Titanic End Poem by Paul Mills

Quivering this cold and bitter night
Weary weakness and lose of might
Trying desperately for one last look
One last wave to love ones in flight

In useless manner trying to fend
Unshielded from blistery cold
Fear grasp with tightening grip
Death to us certain to unfold

Lonely wailing shrilly horn sound
Futile to our future of no sway
Grasping to this life hopeless
Take my soul dear God I pray

All the screaming and scrambling about
Cries from all women and children found
Scramble into scanty lifeboats overflow
For them there is no turning around

Numb cold fingers with body aloft
Soon to come this I must reap
Slowly tilting this ending walk ascends
No safety is there for me to seek

In the water of death many float
All struggle then disappear
Trying so hard but no avail
Their eyes reflections of fear

Collapsing from her mighty foe
Now in silence her maiden's way
For the unsinkable without tow
Someone's blunder we all must pay

Sounds of sorrow and song fill the air
All are helpless in their plight
Hell now encircled each of us
On this cold and wintry night

End so near for this White Star
No help for those who left can be
O dear God just one last sight
My wife and child as they flee