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Titanic sings to me,
you can even see the
ghost ship still sailing at sea.
It still haunts me
to this very cold day.
And to my third eye
in a simple way...
'The unsinkable', they once said,
knowing something would happen
I lied in bed.
That night gave me
a bizarre vision,
and to my surprise the ship was sinking!
'I have to wake up! ' I once thought.
But trapped in a fog, a dreaded nightmare,
I heard the yells of despair.
Children crying,
men and women gasping
for one last breath.
Families saying last goodbyes
await their death.
Hopeless crew taking their own lives?
'When will this dream come to an end? ' I cried.
'Someone has to save them before they all die! '
I stare at the captain,
his expression blank.
Amazed I stare a the water,
a freezing fate full of pitch black.
Not enough boats,
people at their last rope.
The ship finally sinks,
it all seems as an illusion.
'This doesn't make any sense! '
Confused I called out,
'Can anyone save them? '
There was no reply... silence...
Finally, in the morning I awaken.
Still shaking, I reach for the papers,
not surprised and printed clearly,
the 'Titanic Lost Her Soul in the Cold Dark Sea'
It still haunts me to this very day,
still living in the past,
the ghost ship makes it destination,
home at last...
Jessica Garcia
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