In the silent night, echoes whisper low,
Memories of battles fought, wounds that never show.
Shadows dance in the corners of my mind,
A war within, leaving the past behind.

Faces of comrades lost in the haze,
Their voices haunt me through endless days.
Each sound a trigger, each flash a fear,
In the quiet, their presence is near.

Nights are long, sleep is a fleeting dream,
Haunted by visions, a silent scream.
A heart in turmoil, a soul in pain,
Seeking solace in the falling rain.

Yet in the dawn, hope gently stirs,
A promise of healing in whispered words.
Through the storm, a resilient light,
Guiding me forward, through the night.