The Reaper-Medic - When the weight starts to become too much

The Reaper-Medic

In the dead of night, he roams the streets,

The Paramedic Reaper, silent beats,

His cloak of darkness, hides the pain,

Of all the lives he couldn't regain.

With every call, he feels the weight,

Of every soul he couldn't abate,

His hands, they tremble, as he tries,

To save a life, beneath dark skies.

Yet sometimes, death claims victory,

Leaving him with a bitter memory,

Of every loss, of every fight,

In the deep shadows of the night.

But still, he walks, with purpose true,

To help the ones he never knew,

For in his heart, a fire burns,

To save the lives that fate adjourns.

So let us honor his silent plight,

As he battles darkness every night,

The Paramedic Reaper, brave and bold,

In the face of death, a hero untold.

The Burden Alone - a Medic's Battle is a Lonely One

The Burden Alone

In shadows cast by flashing lights,

Where sirens wail through haunted nights,

A paramedic walks alone,

His silent battle, never shown.

Through corridors of endless fear,

He carries burdens, oh so dear,

His heart aches with each silent scream,

A shattered soul, lost in a dream.

With every call, a piece is torn,

A heart so heavy, deeply worn,

Yet, still he stands, a guiding light,

In darkest hours, through endless night.

For every life he's touched and saved,

A part of him, forever braved,

Yet in the quiet, when alone,

The ghosts of trauma, deeply groan.

His hands may heal, his voice may soothe,

But deep within, there's still a truth,

The scars of battles never fade,

In silent whispers, they cascade.

So let us honor those who serve,

With gratitude, our hearts deserve,

For every tear, for every sigh,

A hero stands, though he may cry.