terrified voices hovering through the air;
high-pitch wails and frightened screams;
begging! calling!praying!
the cries of helplessness,
the signs of hopelessness,
danced onto people’s panic faces!
sans angels…sans light…sans genies…
stars looked down from the moonless sky;
witnessing a seemingly chimerical event;
angry chilly waves whipping, water invading in;
claiming ownership of the territory,
where the giant ship barely afloat;
the maiden voyage caught the curse;
slowly,
sloping down, sinking in;
the water gave in on its weight;
they painted the picture of jonah…
falling into the mouth of the hungry shark!
the cold and icy ocean feasted on hundreds of lives;
they could only think of their naïve ways of survival.
then, there the girl’s tight grip on the rail…
with the likes of anne frank,
she hugged her own little kitty---
the keeper of her passion and fascination;
she looked so young and so vulnerable;
suffered through that manmade negligence.
loose pages were falling from her grasp
as she fought and struggled for life,
with one last big quake,
little kitty, which worth more than any royal’s tiara,
bade her farewell.
death is the black pigment in memory
whenever my mind flies
and reels back to that one cold night in hell;
as if made to be the greatest aviation;
my thoughts wanders back too often
my pen travels thus as far, page by page;
making rhythmic strokes word after word;
remembering my old little kitty
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