A Soldiers Burden

In the shadows of the battlefield, where courage meets despair,
A soldier walks alone, burdened by the weight he bears.
His eyes, once bright with dreams, now dulled by distant pain,
A soul that's seen too much, in the thunder and the rain.

Beneath the moon's cold gaze, he stands in silence tall,
Haunted by the echoes of a melancholy call.
A uniform of valor, worn with scars unseen,
Tells a tale of sacrifice, of places he has been.

In trenches deep and dark, where hope is hard to find,
He fought for freedom's song, the melody of the kind.
But in the quiet moments, when the guns are finally still,
The echoes of the battlefield are the echoes that can kill.

A letter in his pocket, worn and creased with time,
From a love left far behind, in a rhythm out of rhyme.
He reads the words with longing, a connection to the light,
A flicker in the darkness, a beacon in the night.

The moonlight casts a shadow on a face weathered and worn,
A heart that's known the battles, where the innocence was torn.
He dreams of fields of green, where innocence resides,
But the memories of war linger, like ghosts that never hide.

A tear falls on his cheek, like the raindrops from the sky,
A warrior who's weary, but unable to say goodbye.
For in the silence of the night, where the stars refuse to gleam,
A soldier bears the sadness, a soldier's silent scream.