I wrote this as a response to a contest where you were challenged to contribute something scary. Sunken ships creep me out, hence I wrote this.
The Sunken Ship
Each time my eyes behold it
Fear shoots through all of me
My rational mind tries to justify
The truth of what I see
Most others that observe it
Share none of my emotion
I get looks of strange reaction
That don’t share my dread or commotion.
A tomb of the watery deep
That has come to its final rest
Death and strife has brought it here
Its port never met in the west
A giant piece of manmade glory
In some place it doesn’t belong
Fascination held by many
That can’t help but know what went wrong.
By itself it holds no danger
Its story has long since concluded
But there it lies just the same
By none its fate disputed.
A behemoth that sleeps in the dark
In the eerie deep down below
A silent corpse of what once was
The star of the stream liner show
It first showed promise and so much life
A luxury to those with wealth
But pride and hubris ruled the day
And night brought about tragic death
Some of it is still intact
Not a clue of any distress
But the rest of it shows the horror
That caused it to sink under too much duress.
It’s a specter in the deep water
That gives me chills after all these years
No matter how many movies or museums explain it
I cannot shake my own deep rooted fears.
I’m resigned to the fact that it will haunt me
I keep cautious thought to avoid any panic
My imagination tries but fails to reconcile
The ill-fated voyage of the Titanic