Star Struck

There it is, in their eyes When they look up into the once torn skies They see what we hope to never see Lurking in shadows but praised with pleas Battle torn fields and red smoke filed nights Rubbing hands through their vision to rid themselves of the sights They thought they would never have to see, smashed And etched on corneas with white hot blasts Ghosts that never leave their side Sounds that break and divide The sanity of now and the devastation of the past Curled up against memories in tangled sheets, praying they won’t last Another day in this in between place Of Heroism and war That always leaves them wanting more Solid ground to stand on Looking for those that are already gone Burned with stripes and littered with fallen stars The Veteran Heroes who raised the bar Stood valiantly before the darkness of war Look out on peace with the Ghosts in their eyes Searching for their fallen comrades and planes in the skies Old calloused hands itch with the never forgotten weight of guns Patriotism and honor in their blood runs