Shouting in Silence

Shouting in Silence

He burns without flame,

a storm inside his skin,

too proud to cry,

too lost to speak.

The walls are his witnesses,

they echo his fists,

his music drowns the ache,

but not the meaning.

Adults talk in riddles,

their care feels distant,

like voices through water,

blurred and slow.

He wants to scream peace,

but his mouth forgets how,

so he throws his rage

at anything that listens.

Tomorrow he’ll say sorry,

though no one will ask,

he only wanted someone

to understand the noise.