J. Bruce Ismay
April 5, 1912
As I sit in my room
Aboard the
Vast,
Unsinkable
RMS Titanic,
I feel a great shutter.
It shakes my body,
My thoughts.
'Unsinkable,'
I say to myself,
As I stand up from my chair
and begin walking
To the Captain's room.
'There is no need to worry, Ismay.'
I tell myself.
When I arrive,
The Captain
Is sitting,
Shaking,
Staring blankly,
Lost in thought.
'Captain, is she alright?'
The Captain utters one word,
And my heart begins to
Pound.
Pound so hard that I
Can barely
Breathe.
'Iceberg.'
So yeah. This is from the point of view of J. Bruce Ismay, the captain of the line on the ship. He boarded the ship as a normal passenger, looking for a restful trip on the ship that he helped create. He got the exact opposite, and the experience scarred him for the rest of his life. He lived as a shut-in, and only left his house very few times a month. His manservant and wife did most of the social work, such as shopping, political, etc.
This is part one of a three-part poem. Part One is titled Iceberg, part two is Daze, and part three is Guilt. Part two is written and I shall put it up soon. Part three is yet to be written. I will write it when I get the inspiration. I don't want it to be forced and written badly.
Poems are not my usual writings, as I normally stick with prose, but I figured that writing this is poem form would be effective. I am also going to write a story based on these poems.
And I had to put line breaks to make stanzas. No form of paragraph breaks seem to work on my computer... So yeah. Just ignore it and read it as a normal poem, please.
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