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.
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