We were merely kids,

when they gave us jets to fly.

Some battled academics,

can’t hide behind a lie.

Then up in the air,

instructors yelling yes and no.

A few short weeks later,

Proving we can fly solo.

We were merely kids,

but they gave us jets to fly!

Some battled alcohol,

stress of advancement so high.

Time for bigger jets,

but no extra time to learn.

Eat, breathe, fly, and sleep,

we have silver wings to earn.

We were merely kids,

and they gave us jets to fly.

Some battled ego,

gods dancing across the sky.

Time for graduation,

what assignments will we get?

Off to battle in combat,

are we ready for it yet?

I plead with my mind to type something.  

Anything.  

Any little thought, 

No matter how big or small, 

Which might spark something bigger.  

I feel my chest tightening, 

Pressure building in my head.  

Why can’t I type?  

Why can’t I think?  

I reach for a pack of cigarettes, 

But the hollow crinkling of cellophane 

Speaks of what I already know.  

I shouldn’t have quit yesterday, 

Or the day before that.  

Dawn will break soon.