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Jan 2017
V**

I hold my lantern high
Its glow illuminating only feet of water
The others were so confused, for I
I didn’t want to let them die
Forgotten.
The water is like black silk
I dare to brush my hand across the surface
And feeling the ice of the ocean
I fear.
With a sweep my eyes scan the horizon
Up ahead, ship **!
There lay remains of the beauty
We once thought could wall us in
And protect us from the nightmarish world.
Bodies of the dreamers
Lay floating in their pressed white
Life jackets
And I call for anyone
Anyone at all
Who will make my voice worthwhile…
--We waited too long
We waited too **** long
A tear slips down my cheek
And sweat racks my spine
As I wait for
A sound.
From a series of poems told from the perspective of the victims and survivors of the Titanic tragedy. This is from the perspective a rescuer going back in a lifeboat to look for survivors in the water.
Amanda Evett
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Amanda Evett
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