Missile ( a metaphoric poem)
I waited in the darkness
Still
Quiet
I felt a rumbling
Awake
Light
I was born into the cruel world
Flying
Fast
I have a singular purpose
Controlled
Directed
I aim for my goal, unwavering.
Target
Impact
I feel nothing as I leave this world
Heat
Explosion
And my short existence has made an impact
Justified
Satisfied
Though others may hate my life, not understanding, it was mine to live.