Battleground covered in cries of red,
The sword, once keen, turned dull and dead.
Every inch of this body bears despise,
Ages passed, awaiting cruel hell's demise.
Amidst bloodshed, tearing down once soul,
Kings sip sweet wine, victory taking its toll.
Warriors now common, lost in the dust,
Bravery drowned, a memory unjust.
A soldier, fought so long in war's embrace,
Once knew only battle, now adrift in space.
The fight is done, but purpose is unclear,
In a world of peace, yet shadows draw near.
He sees people, smiles abound, carefree,
Believing outside war, true harmony he'd see.
Yet, as he starts to live, a truth unfolds,
Internal wars, intricate stories to be told.
In the quiet corners of hearts, conflicts reside,
A battlefield unseen, where emotions hide.
The soldier learns, beyond the external cheer,
Complex wars within, challenging, severe.
A journey of peace, not just on the ground,
But within souls, where silence makes a sound.
For the soldier, the fight continues anew,
Navigating internal wars, a path he must pursue.