Shadows of Guilt

Walking shadows on a broken street,

Victim of a silent, cruel defeat.

Everyone's eyes cast stones too quick,

They see a monster, a villain so sick.

1912, a face worn and tired,

A stepfather caught in storms of fire.

Labels like monsters, thrown in the night,

Accused of sins hidden from sight.

But behind the eyes, a quiet cry,

A burden heavy as it flies,

He bears a secret, deep inside,

A story of guilt he can't deny.

If anyone’s going to hear,

It’s the silence in his tear,

A man fallen but not broken,

A heart aching and unspoken.

Walking through the scars of yesterday,

Fear and sorrow in disarray.

Caught in a game cruel and unfair,

Victim of a system that doesn’t care.

He sees the truth, it cuts so deep,

A nightmare he cannot keep.

Every step, a heavy blow,

Carrying guilt he’ll never show.

If anyone’s going to hear,

It’s the silence in his tear,

A man fallen but not broken,

A heart aching and unspoken.

He longs for a day of redemption,

A voice to end his silent prison.

In the darkness, hope still flickers,

A fragile light that whispers, "Nobody’s sicker."

So he walks, with shadows and regret,

A man no one will ever forget,

Carrying guilt, carrying pain,

Hoping someday, someone will understand his name.