Dreams of past pain

Bullets and guns silent

In fields and jungles

Screaming, deafening in dreams

The scars heal, 

Save the deepest ones

Invisible without

Ripped deep within

The soul’s torment

Is the price of survival

Better than the alternative

If only just

A silent battle waged

A horrific dreamscape

A nocturnal fight

A constant reminder

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