Poem of how a victim of the ill-fated Titanic may have felt.
The promise of a brand new world and freedom at my feet.
A chance to breathe the city air and walk its concrete street.
My ticket was to turn my dreams into reality.
Now my fortunes float inside a dark and icy sea.
My dreams of finding happiness and wealth in a new place.
Illusions in my waking hours had caused my heart to race.
Stories of adventures told by others filled my head.
How could I know the impending tragedy and dread?
The thrill I felt upon the sight of iron and of steel.
Painted and adorned, it was so beautiful and real.
Although my third-class ticket for the bottom of the ship.
I didn’t care as long as I was there to make the trip.
Now my limbs are numb and I can barely see the stars.
The sound of music fading from the sadness of guitars.
The desperate voices crying out in terror and emotion.
Are slowly disappearing in this vast and lonely ocean.
Written for Dreamweaver's contest 'My heart will go on and on'