This Night

Submitted by Kyleigh on Sun, 04/15/2012 - 15:24

{I don't really know if this can be called poetry, but I scribbled it out while overhearing something that was on TV about the Titanic. It's not very polished but I like it anyway}

Up from steerage
The deck is crowded
All the ladies in their evening gowns.

Rich man tells me to get in a boat.
I fear.
Can we really be sinking?

The band is playing.
Nearer, my God to Thee.
I am cold.

Dawn comes.
There are bodies, floating upright
Faces, seen. Souls, gone.