The Man in White

Silent steps in the shadows, whispering tales of unseen scars

Carved in cloth and stitched in silence, hiding beneath the stars

Clad in white, untouched, pristine, a ghost within the fray

Covering wounds with bandages, bleeding not the same way

Change every fleeting moment, shades of light and dark collide

Never stained, never broken, a ghost in his disguise

He walks, he fights, behind a veil so pure

A warrior's mask, concealment so obscure

In the silence, in the quiet, his secret screams out loud

A battle unseen, beneath the white shroud

Man in white, invisible pain, forever on display

Shielded from the judgment, yet bleeding all the way

Crimson hidden beneath, no one will ever see

The fight within, the battle, the silent plea

Oh, to be seen, to be true, but fear keeps him confined

A warrior masked in silence, with scars left undefined

Blood on his bandages, stories he can't reveal

In the white, he hides it all, the wounds no one can heal

So he wears his bandages, a testament unseen

A soldier in the shadows, cloaked in longing and peace

Never falling, never failing, a ghost in endless strive

The man in white persists, fighting just to survive