He sits in his dark corner
Ever present
Ever fading
His cigarette burns as he lights another
He’s got to keep going

He lingers there awhile, perhaps hoping …

Heart beats, sweat falls
He needs to sleep…
…Avoiding this bitter-sweet good night
One eye open
His nightmares never far from him
His brothers never close enough

The loss immeasurable…

His silence is deafening
It’s so hard to breathe
Oh to leave behind this broken crown

The lives he has lived…

He wakes to find his heart is bleeding
For a time he can’t recall
But the anger so real, it haunts them all
A hero some say…
…Not to him

His battle never over
The war, within…