War

Sounding of gun fire absorbed by weeping souls A Drumbeat roar, admiration bled slowly through the air Reemergence for all those that bared his memories The boy grew dreaming of touching the stars Dancing amongst them all, life was not easy for this boy Growing without a father cloaked in a mothers desire Pain left unseen rearranging too means Caught a flight through the sky’s at eighteen For a star spangled dream Little to no thought, of returning Passing over unfamiliar landscapes Adrenaline rushed to the brain and heart The sounds began as daybreak took Increased respirations easily could be heard across, and beyond any barrier of sound. Stinging vessels from months of sweating; formed a crown, around many heads. A halo that shadowed; imprinted upon foreheads, marked amongst the dead. Wake up! March on! Stand together, Be-strong! Wake from this dream; A nightmare! Dare not to scream. Wake up! March on! Stand together! Be-strong! Screams, sounds that echoed from darkened gun- fire- storms Particles finding trails of sweat; sticking hardening the next breathe No money for college death would fill the debt