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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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