Mar 2017
XIV
In the silent night we thought we could hear
Water lapping against distant shores;
Constant reminders of the cruel
Twist of fate.
I shivered alone, skin prickling
As door pieces floated by alongside
Empty life vests
Bodies with darkened eyes
All listlessly floating to somewhere
Out there
Anyone still left had ten minutes to go.
Just enough time for a prayer.
In the silent night we thought we could hear
Water lapping against distant shores;
Constant reminders of the cruel
Twist of fate.
I shivered alone, skin prickling
As door pieces floated by alongside
Empty life vests
Bodies with darkened eyes
All listlessly floating to somewhere
Out there
Anyone still left had ten minutes to go.
Just enough time for a prayer.
From a series of poems told from the perspective of the victims and survivors of the Titanic tragedy. This is from a fictionalized person in the water.
