The Weight of Absence: A Soldier's Echo

This silence screams where laughter used to play,
A hollow space beside the kitchen chair.
The **military family** starts its day,
Holding a breath in **wartime's** heavy air.

A folded flag rests cold upon the shelf,
Beside a helmet, dented, caked with dust.
**War poetry** speaks volumes for itself,
In names carved deep where **memories** turn to rust.

Did distant **battlefields** demand this cost?
A child's tears fall on medals, bright and stark.
**Courage remembered**, innocence is lost,
A fading light within the gathering dark.

This **veteran's poem** isn't just a sigh,
But **ghosts** that ask the haunting question: **"Why?"**