Wings In The Valley Poem by Jay Aguiniga

Wings In The Valley



</>Even though,
I soar through the valley of the shadow of death
At 39,000 feet, I shall fear no evil,
For I am death, marauder of stealth.
Darkness blinds the mark,
But like the owl, I see into the night.
my console, illuminates,
Eternity stands still, hesitation sits in,
my finger on death.
I have been groomed….
For this doom.
Don’t compromise the mission,
A sortie of mass destruction.
Transfixed on the horizon,
Before me,
A color photo bears my seed.
Focus on the Hud.
Sweat beads, wiping my conscience,
Gently Squeezing the trigger.
Protect the souls,
I thoust take.
The bird of prey wobbles,
A contrail of fire slowly descends,
Fading Into the abyss below.
Pull up, pull up,
The heavens in full view.
Closing my eyes, asking, truth,
What am I?
Guardian or destroyer of humanity?
Have mercy on me.
Don’t judge thee,
Until one has baked,
And blistered under the hot sun.
Felt and endured the touch
Of hell, with bare skin…….

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Jay Aguiniga

Jay Aguiniga

Scottsbluff Nebraska
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