The Grand Titanic

I sense a rumbling, but I think to myself,

It is only young boys scampering through the hall.

For the grand Titanic is an indomitable ship,

It is impossible that it would crash.

But then I feel that the rumble is no longer a tickle,

But a hunter trying to shoot me.

I race outside to see people running and screaming,

Like seagulls flying and screeching over the ocean.

I inquire of one lady as she sprints past me, "What is happening?"

She gazes at me as if her life was in danger, I can't believe it.

For the grand Titanic is an indomitable ship,

It is impossible that it would crash.

I stroll the way opposite they advance,

Everyone gawks at me as if I were about to stagger across hot coals.

I persist anyway, and before I know it,

I'm walking in ice-cold water ankle deep,

I go on further, because I am inquisitive.

Why is there water on the ship?

For the grand Titanic is an indomitable ship,

It is impossible that it would crash.

I soon lament progressing into the water,

For the water has now seeped through my shoes and pierces my skin.

I turn rearward, and seconds later a diminutive wave of,

Ice-cold water collides with my calves, knocking me on my hands and knees.

When I struggle to stand up, I can't,

My feet are frozen and my hands are commencing to freeze,

The water gradually ascends, now almost to my chest.

I feel like someone is casing my legs in ice,

And pressing it against my legs as hard as they can.

I look back to see my death coming toward me, I can't believe it.

For the grand Titanic is an indomitable ship,

It is impossible that it would crash.

As my death grows closer, my life doesn't flash before my eyes,

All I can consider is that I will die solitary and feeble,

Like a bug being squashed by a child.

I try to crawl away, but only plunge flat on my face.

My death is feet away so I holler out,

But as I do water inundates down my throat.

I feel like my insides are being liquefied, compressed,

Like a child grinds the bug with the peak part of his foot after he's slaughtered it.

When my death strikes me it is not over swiftly.

I am pushed frontward only to hit upon more biting water,

But as I am pushed onward my face grazes along the bottom of the corridor,

And my right cheek is sliced off; I see my skin float ahead of me.

The water around my eyes converts to red,

I feel like someone is prodding 300 pins on the interior of my face.

I try to shift, but my body is frozen,

Then I encounter the boundary of the hallway and my head smashes against the wall,

Causing my head to inflate in a wrath of pain.

Even though I am in water below freezing my body is burning.

I open my mouth to take a breath, but no air is present,

I consume water, and now I am vomiting.

For the grand Titanic is an amazing ship,

But it is not impossible that it would crash.

As I depart from this world there is no bright light or happy thought, there is. . .

17 Dec 2000 – Austin Deaver, Age 12