Echoes of War

In the trenches of my mind, gunfire sounds the dread,
Marching in a phantom war, with shadows dark and red.
The soil beneath my feet, a field of fears I tread,
In this battle of illusions, where my demons are fed.

In the abyss of my dreams, where nightmares reign,
I'm a soldier in a war, feeling every pain.
But as the dawn breaks, reality strikes again,
In the silence of my room, only memories remain.

Through the smoke of my thoughts, enemies arise,
Battling phantoms in the night, under stormy skies.
Every shout, every shot, a part of me dies,
In this mental warfare, my soul cries.

In the labyrinth of my mind, where echoes fight,
I'm a warrior in the dark, longing for the light.
But when morning comes, I face a different plight,
In the calm of my space, caught in mental blight.

No blood on my hands, no mud on my boots,
But the war inside my head, relentlessly recruits.
Fighting battles unseen, in endless loops,
In this war of the mind, I'm tangled in roots.

In the quiet of my room, the war seems so far,
But inside my head, it's a constant scar.
Wrestling with shadows, under my mental bar,
In this silent battlefield, I bear the mar.

Awake in the stillness, the war fades away,
But in the depths of my mind, the echoes stay.
Battling an enemy, in shades of gray,
In this war within, I find my way.