Dreams

She was leaving it all behind-
Her world,
And doing it in style.
The voyage trip not just her own
Her thoughts abounded
Of a new life,
A new world,
A new her.

The skies were clear
With stars for miles
Just like her dreams.
No more whoring
To make her way.
A place of peace
Where no one
Would know her name.

She went to dinner
With all the rest
Singing, dancing,
Laughing, and drinking.
Not a care in the world.
A sudden jolt-
A loud groan,
The feel of the great Titanic
Slowing, then at peace.

She wasn’t one of the heroines
We read about today.
Only a number
Along with the dead.
The maiden voyage
Not meant to be
Of the unsinkable.
Her grave unmarked
Drifting at sea.
So much for dreams
Never meant to be.