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.