Titanic - Fare There's Well Poetry Contest, Sponsor - Tom Woody. Date Written: 01/14/2024
The end is nigh. As the sun goes down on my life aboard a Titanic-like ship, infinitesimal time is being sucked into death's vacuum. Amid all the frenzy and anguished screams, a fiddler still carries on with devil-may-care nonchalance. He has accepted his fate, but I'm in a race against time. How much is left? How much time to regurgitate all the things I've long digested? The suppressed words deep within me that has rotted in abeyance? How much time is left to vomit all these unexpressed words upon family and friends? Will I finish in time saying my final goodbyes and expressing how I truly feel to all and sundry? Making apologies for all slights I've ever caused? Do I even bother visiting regrets of unfinished dreams or mulling over life not fully lived? After all, these are slowly drowning with me. All hope is gone, but I do know one thing, I shall make peace with the Lord, praying that he has mercy on my soul.
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