Title say's it all really
TITANIC
The darkness of night enveloped her destiny steamed ahead for poor souls lay calm asleep unaware of dangers from the deep as ice drifted closer she steamed on the ice it was spotted "Iceberg right ahead" Murdoch on hearing this tried averting hoping for near miss but too close she came as ice met steel punctured many times Hull overwhelmed from Atlantic's frozen fury water it entered flooding from the Bow bulkhead upon bulkhead water overwhelms men trapped as doors close the first victims titanic claimed. the lifeboats are dispatched some full others are not but boats too few for passengers and crew there many left behind seeing lifeboats leave knowing there's no more what must have gone through those poor souls minds a feeling i don't want to explore. water rushes on with its relentless march people jump from stricken ship land in Atlantic's icy grasp Bow now well under stern raising high people cling on to stricken craft propellers lifting high pressure builds up on the hull Titanic's back does break this mighty craft now broke in two Bow descends to its historic grave. now the sterns what's left waiting a short time before it makes its final move descending fathoms down people floating on surface gripped in frozen grasp but with no rescuers to pick them up the cold envelops their heart 100 years have passed now and looking back with dread seeing how these Men Women and Children died brings many tears to my eyes for we all must remember them for what they all went through and it must never happen again Titanic we remember you. A Poem by T Monk OCD darkness comes before the dawn depression lurks in dark recess dwelling on thoughts and life's cruelness a thought can halt you in your tracks to check what's been checked once, twice and more your logic tries to make you see compulsive behaviour over and over again you know you should stop your mind controls you the what ifs rule your body there is only one way to beat it close yourself off try not to think of what might be use your logical brain it is a powerful weapon know you are right you never lose it its always lurking under the surface waiting for your weakness to shine through but you will beat it you need faith in yourself and the love of your family it can be beaten this OCD. A poem by T Monk |
A word a word is mighty a word is strong a word can make peace or bring war on a word is remembered a word is eternal beauty in words can make peace in general. |