War, a waste that feeds the soul,  
Yet from its ashes, peace grows whole.  
Victory dances, a fleeting spark,  
A triumph that fades, leaving its mark.

Battles fought within the mind,  
No longer in fields, but in thoughts entwined.  
Eyes and ears, the gateways to strife,  
Fueling our fears, they stir up our life.

I've waged this war countless times before,  
Each win bittersweet, a hollow encore.  
In the depths of this mental fray,  
Only vigilance keeps the shadows at bay.

Know that each whisper and every sound,  
Is a trial set forth, where judgments abound.  
Stay ever alert, let your spirit not rest,  
For the weight of this struggle is an unending quest.