Broken Shadows
In corridors lined with silent whispers,A veteran walks, burdened by his name—A thread unraveling, stitched with scars,Guilt weighing heavier than flame. Beneath the mask, he wears his failure,A phantom cloaked in midnight’s hue;Voices linger, soft as shrapnel,Cutting through the fractured view. Each step he takes, a ghost beside him,Specters woven…
