The sky once blue now filled with smoke,
The earth trembles with every stroke.
Boots march hard on broken ground,
Silence lost in a thunderous sound.
A mother waits by the fading light,
Praying her child survives the fight.
Letters stained with tears and pain,
Dreams lost in the pouring rain.
Flags may rise and victories cheer,
But sorrow lingers year by year.
For every win that history writes,
A thousand hearts lose their lights.
War may end, the guns grow still,
But broken souls remember still.
Not every scar can fade away—
Some live on, though none will say.
This poem explores the emotional cost of war, focusing on loss, fear, and the lasting pain experienced by soldiers and their families, showing that even after the fighting ends, the impact remains.