Shadows Of The Battlefield

To all those that keep us free your not forgotten, always remember and always prayed for!

Shadows of the Battlefield

In the silence after thunder,

Where echoes of war refuse to fade,

A soldier walks through shadowed memories,

Haunted by the price he paid.

The battlefield is not just earth and sky,

But a war waged deep inside his mind,

Where ghosts of comrades lost in fire,

In endless loops, he’s doomed to find.

Mass depression, a heavy shroud,

Wraps tight around his worn mind,

A darkness thick, a crushing weight,

That steals the light, denies him whole.

PTSD, the silent scream,

That shatters peace with every breath,

Invisible wounds that bleed unseen,

A dance with life and death.

He wears his scars beneath the skin,

Invisible to those who pass,

Yet every step is fought within,

A battle none can grasp.

Nights are long with restless dreams,

Of war’s cruel hand and shattered trust and dreams,

Where hope is dim, and silence screams,

And faith dissolves to dust, and no trust,

But in the depths of darkest night,

A flicker, faint, begins to grow,

A soldier’s heart, though bruised and torn,

Still yearns for light to show and grow.

For healing is a distant shore,

But one worth fighting for each day,

A path through pain, through fear, through war,

To find the dawn’s first ray, letting you know it will all be okay.