Cold and Warm, the Legacy DiesA Poem by TheDarkCryLovethis poem is based on the Titanic, hope you enjoyEarly spring, as the ship wades foreword
Gentle sting, off the icy breeze The air is fresh, unlike the cities It is strong with zest, from the kitchen floor Loud and triumphant, song from the ball’s I sit recumbent, in peaceful contempt I am not rich, or from proud heritage But my heart is strong, noble, for one I am just a swab, cleaning the deck I am not a snob, like those who dance inside I am not drinking, my youth away But I can’t stop thinking, thinking all day The ship, she is injured Hit by thin air, or water? Panic rises, as the captain calls Panic rises, as the ship falls The floods on deck are not of water But of people desperate to get away Pushing against the tides, I get inside I remember it, as if a play The door is open, and there they lie My friend, my lover, ready to die I reach out my hand, coil it around there’s As we make our way up, the ships wet stairs The craven captain, how dare he Leaving his ship, in misery My hand was warm, but now so cold As I watch my lover, away as they go Fear reaches me, like all others There is no other way, to avoid cold Dover’s And so I weep, as I cannot be free And begin to sink, beneath the sea The water is cold, harsh and cruel But I know I was not a fool My body freezes, blue as the sea But my heart is warm, for my lover is free © 2012 TheDarkCryLove |
StatsAuthorTheDarkCryLoveCleator Moor, Cumbria, United KingdomAboutI am a man who loves many arts; Martial arts, Drawings, Poetry, novels, ect i am one who is hard to anger and i have been a pacafist for since 2009 I have my own website http://thedarkcrylove.weebly.. more..Writing
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