not going alone she dragged many
hopeful souls confident in her success
down in the abyss thwarting
the little joy she might have brought
i can't reach satisfaction for
my soul wanders restlessly
as if a destination is not something
to be grasped on a mid summer nights
eve of disaster fleeting the moments
cloaked by the familiarity of failure
ringing crisp as fog guiding
the titanic on its maiden voyage
only to realize this cloud won't
roll up as a curtain, like the veil
torn from top to bottom opening
the sea to swallow up what
now lies in two on the ocean floor
failed from first attempt
maiden voyages coming up short
cause there she lies the greatest
desolate in the depths of darkness
crumbled. broken.
a morbidly beautiful disaster
icon of failure
one who dragged with her all the
belief of the world, she had, once possessed
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