Sailing in a suave way,
And all the way from Liverpool Bay,
I'm standing on its bow
Which every passenger knows.
Everyone is partying
Not knowing what I'm seeing.
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I'm watching the midnight sky,
And the moon standing still on the sky.
I'm looking at the stars,
And I realize that there are scars
That are fated
Even before they can be alleviated.
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My eyes are wandering to something.
I have no further knowledge about this thing
Other than it is white and frozen.
All the sudden,
The ship is slipping against this and go,
Slowly eroding its ego.
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Telling everyone of what I saw,
But they are not believing what I just saw
Until the officers say so.
We are told to go
To flee to safety and live our ages,
While some refuse and drown with the wreckage.
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I'm watching people desperate for escape,
But they can't run away from this silently fearful seascape.
There's no more hope of survival for those at the hull
Because the lifeboats are already full.
Tears escape from my eyes
As I realize about my husband's sudden demise.
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For hours,
I'm seeing the tubes and towers
Crashing down one by one,
As though as they have been shot by a gun.
Then the bow and the stern to the abyss
Where they live in grim bliss.
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A/N: Can you guess the ship that I'm writing about? Well, back to topic. I wrote this poem based on this occurrence and a poem titled "Shipwrecked" from Only Stars Know by thatbarista. I know many of poems, and they are great. I hope you enjoy hers to.
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