January 14, 2018
By Anonymous

I was awakened,
Confused in the black night.
A shadow moving at my side,
In sorrow after realizing what I’ve done.
The noise spread,
Waking my family.
The shadow slowly sank through the floor.
I could hear these horrific screams.
There were fireworks above the shadow,
Lighting up the sea.
My guilt scars me.
People plunging into the water,
Landing on a million needles.
Crying children and violins played,
Then the loud boom leading to nothing,
Except the helpless people asking to be saved.
The families that I killed were gone.
Only thing left were the stars,
And Death who floats in front of me.
Vacant men and women, babies and children
The joyful souls that were put to rest,
And their worst vision came to life.
I can’t float here after knowing what I’ve done.
The ocean swishes against my large mass of ice.
The sun can’t come up fast enough,
To melt away my guilt.

The author's comments:

If you could not figure it out, the narrator of this poem is the iceberg the RMS Titanic hit on the night of April 14th, 1912. I've always been interested on how the Titanic sank that night and it's always something I'll be fascinated about.

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