On This Day Called Veterans Day

On the shadowed realms where torment thrives,
Silent corners echo where shadows connive.
Did my efforts suffice in the dwelling of gloom,
Nobody comprehends the depth of this doom.

On this day called Veterans Day,
A brutal reminder of agonies at bay.

Nobody knows the years where I bled,
A profound sacrifice, a soul's thin thread.
Was the toil worthwhile, the relentless strain,
Nobody grasps the weight of this consuming pain.

On this day called Veterans Day,
A stark reminder of the pain in disarray.

Nobody knows the nightmares that cling,
The heavy memories, a suffocating sting.
Voices scream in the silent abyss,
Nobody senses the depth of this distress.

On this day called Veterans Day,
A stark reminder of the pain, relentless dismay.

Nobody knows the stress this day unfurls,
Recalling lost souls, their broken twirls.
In the shadows, a persistent pain,
Nobody comprehends the relentless chain.

On this day called Veterans Day,
A stark reminder of the perpetual strain.

In the darkest corners, where shadows enthrall,
Nobody understands the thoughts that appall.
Of contemplating the end, with substances to drown,
To mute the echoes, to bring the darkness down.

On this day called Veterans Day,
A stark reminder of the ceaseless dismay.

Yet, in this abyss, where despair holds sway,
A silent plea in the untold story's display.
Of battles fought within the mind's cruel fray,
In the quiet hours, where shadows betray.

On this day called Veterans Day,
A stark reminder of the pain that won't sway.

But in the darkness, let hope persist,
A flicker, a whisper, a resilience to resist.
To find the strength, to face the night,
To battle on, to seek the light.