Return of the soldier

In the heart of war, on the Western Front he stood, A soldier brave, fighting for his country’s good. Through battles fierce, and nights so cold, He marched ahead, as stories of heroism unfold.

The bombs would fall, the guns would roar, Yet he pressed on, amidst the war’s cruel uproar. His comrades fallen, their memories held dear, As he fought on, consumed by fear.

But victory came, at a heavy cost, For the soldier knew that many lives were lost. With wounds both seen and deep within, He longed for peace, to heal his soul’s chagrin.

The Homecoming

Finally, the day arrived to return home, To a land once familiar, no longer to roam. Yet as he stepped off the train, He felt a heaviness he couldn’t explain.

The cheers of loved ones filled the air, But in his heart, he carried a burden hard to bear. The sights and sounds of war still lingered near, Haunting his dreams with relentless fear.

Struggles Within

At night he’d wake in a cold sweat, Haunted by memories he couldn’t forget. The faces of fallen comrades would appear, Their voices echoing in his ears so clear.

He tried to smile and pretend he was fine, But inside, he felt like he was running out of time. The war had changed him in ways untold, Leaving scars that couldn’t easily be consoled.

Finding Peace

Slowly but surely, with time and care, He found solace in moments rare. In the laughter of children playing outside, In the warmth of family by his side.

Though the war had left its mark deep within, He learned to embrace life and begin again. For though the battle may have been won or lost, His true victory lay in overcoming the cost.