In The Shadows

In a sea of voices loud and clear,  

Sits a man, alone, though people are near.  

Silent screams in his throat, tightly bound,  

A ship in a storm, by waves he's surround.

Trauma his shadow, since he was a boy,  

Stole his laughs, his peace, his joy.  

A child once, with eyes so wide,  

Now just a shell, with everything to hide.

Teenage years brought storms, not dances,  

Lost chances, sideways glances.  

A young man, too, with dreams so bright,  

Watched them fade, into the night.

Now older, his scars like medals worn,  

Each one a battle, his spirit torn.  

Yet here he sits, among the crowd,  

His voice still lost, his head is bowed.

But let's not end on notes so dire,  

For even in darkness, there's a fire.  

A spark within, that never dies,  

Waiting for winds, to help it rise.

So here's to the man, in the crowd, so quiet,  

Bearing his burdens, his internal riot.  

May he find his voice, though the journey is long,  

In the silence, discover his song.