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S.O.S.
by Cerra DavisYou became my Titanic
Slowly dragging me down with you
While the remnants of the disaster remain fresh
A whirlpool surrounds the mixture of debris you call your life
Sucking all who come close
down with you
While caught up in this tragedy
A passing ship tossed out a life ring,
Fit for one, ME.
Don't be mad that you are sitting at the bottom of the ocean
With your piles of wreckage
While I live wonderfully and passionately ashore. ♥ 11/24/2009 Posted on 11/25/2009
Copyright © 2025 Cerra Davis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 11/25/09 at 05:21 PM And all I can think was "Yeah, hell with you, Dicaprio." Thanks for the fun write and smile :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/03/14 at 12:48 PM marvelous navigation of words. congratulations on POTD. |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 01/03/14 at 04:40 PM I wonder why so many are fascinated with exploring the Titanic, finding its treasures, framing its past in the best of watery light. There surely was something grand about the boat itself, and if it were not for a lapse at the helm, and the presence of that icy fated monstrosity, lurking.... |
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