The Man in the Quiet

He walks through marble halls that echo praise
His name floats through rooms like legacy
But when the doors close and the lights go dim
He sits alone in silence aching to be seen

He built the life they said was gold
Climbed the ladder rung by rung
Now he stares at glass and stone
And wonders why it feels so cold

The world sees power
They see a man with answers
A leader a pillar
An idol wrapped in certainty

But inside him lives a storm
He thinks of paths he did not take
Loves he never chose
Time he cannot buy back

His family sleeps as he cries in his office
Suits hanging like armor on the walls
His thoughts race like thieves in the dark
Stealing peace one regret at a time

He cannot ask for help
He does not know how
He is the one they lean on
The one who holds it all together

Temptation whispers
Freedom calls
But he stays
Because he believes protection is love

And still no one asks him if he’s okay
No one hears him drowning
No one sees the weight
Behind the smile and the polished shoes

All he wants is someone
To see the man not the mask
To ask the questions he is too afraid to speak
To hold him without needing him to hold back

So he sits in silence
In a house filled with noise
Waiting
Hoping
That someone
Somewhere
Will see him

Before he disappears completely

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