Serenity
When the iceberg hits, some will not make it, Some will go down with the vessel, Accepting their fate, not fighting, but giving up. Others will escape to the lifeboats and sail away to Serenity, Leaving those less fortunate behind, To either die, or survive. Everyone around you is screaming for help, It is your name they call. “Why me?” you ask. You are struggling as much as anyone else to survive But still you are deemed responsible for ensuring the survival of others. So you take a deep breath. The piercing Water punctures your lungs And your chest begins to collapse As hypothermia begins to take over. But you suppress it. You need to save the others. In the pursuit of helping others, Your body becomes numb To all feeling and emotion. Putting them onto rafts, And ensuring they reach Serenity, Is your priority. As the icy Water penetrates your body, Like a virus clinging onto a host for survival, You notice you can no longer feel anything. Numbness, for ...