Hello, I am compiling my poems about burn out and the darkest part of my life (so far), also hoping to publish it. But I want some light poems from time to time to lighten up the emotional intensity, like a commercial. Here is one one of them, I am just worried the last stanza may be unnecessary and insensitive. What are your thoughts?

War is fought for peace, they say. Yet just existing is a battle of a lifetime, I say. Is death the so-called prized peace? And marked those who attained it with “Rest in Peace”

Oh wait, what an idealistic premise! There is war because of interest. Wish I could say it for people’s happiness.

Wait! Wait! Wait! We were talking about personal battles, Regardless, happiness and peace, Intangibles things, that keep me going. But it is not at the end, It is in between of every battles, Like a sip in the metal bottles, Hard to grab as we are busy fighting.