Titanic

Ripples travel on the waves

And hit the side of a sinking liner

Where every boat is gone.

People scream;

Their sould growing as cold as the grave that awaits them.

A baby's wail cuts throught the cries of many,

Stranded on his death-bound ship.

Some sit silent,

Shaking with despair,

Staring at nothing.

Their unshed tears

Glimmer behind their eyes

Reflecting the pain of desolation.

'There is nothing that can be done.'

'We will all die.'

The delivered look back

Hearts sinking as surely as their family and friends;

The unlucky trapped.

For hours they drift

Listening to the cries of the doomed

Cringing when they stop

Knowing they were muted by icy water.

Finally the ship slips under.

A child looks into the black water

Trying to gaze into its depths.

She leans over the side of the boat

Her face as close to the water as possible.

"Bye-bye, daddy," she whispers.

A tear hits the surface of the ocean.