A Bleeding Ship
Aboard the titanic.
Ruminating on a loved one, soon to be reached.
Gazing at the bleached clouds as it holds a couple of doves.
Both branded by love.
Pleading with the tides to draw me near to her,at last.
My love.
My all.
My first and last.
Your face a royal mask.
Grounds shake.I hold fast to a railing,it seems to be failing.
A bleeding ship.
Watching the dying whispers of a couples lips.
One last breath from life i sip,before i plunge in the oceans dip.
As i stare into the eyes of the dying mass,one hand slips very fast.
Dangling, while strangling a tangling death.
All the while i was thinking of your tangled blond hair.
Wishing you were here,to share one last bonded tear.
A tragedy kills with brutality.
Many hanging from steel railings and sanity.
A trembling ride hands cling anxiously ,broken screams on the way down.
A bomb blast from a splash,a falling mass.
Out lasted by death,before the dip, they did sip one last breath.
A breath they could have kept.
Far below, the oceans bed they slept.
Loved ones falling reaching for an invisible rope.
Lifeless body's left to soak.
I swam among the dead and found a floating wooden bed.I survived,from a bleeding ship i arrived.
Close to me a couple crying and dying,relying on a flamed embrace in frigid waters.
face to face a bonded breath,
among many that was lost.
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