Too Late (Written to commemorate the centenary of the Titanic!)

Cold and darkness surrounds me
Thick blankets of fog cloud my way
Dangers unknown spread before me
Piercing the vast watery depths

My masters do not realise the danger
Finding out too late what should be known
Now little can be done to avoid it
So I stare at my fate head on

Suddenly white cold ice emerges
The alarm is sounded too late
Last minute manoeuvres are worthless
The inevitable collision occurs

Cold sharp ice pierces my skin
Stabbing my body again and again
Depths of the ocean rushes in
Filling me with its deadly poison

As I tear and bleed, I wonder
What will happen to those poor souls
The innocents I carry within my grasp
Who I can no longer safely hold

Panic breaks out all around me
All desperately trying to scramble free
But the boats only carry so many
The rest are left to stay with me

I wish I could do something to help them
But the water is filling me fast
Helpless to do anything but watch
As the sea claims life after life

I become one of its many victims
As I sink to the depths below
Carrying a cargo of bodies
Not many left alive above

The screaming will stop soon I know
My watery grave will then be quiet
They’ll become my lifelong companions
In death at the bottom of the sea