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Talking to the Moon: Part 4

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By Torri ZimmermanPublished 9 years ago • 1 min read

It's my fault

I didn't mean to

I just got angry

And I lost control

1,517 people died tonight

I remember the noise the ship made as it scrapped against the iceberg.

I tried to help

But I failed

I can hear their screams as some

Jumped

or

Drowned

The sobs as the

Fathers,

Brothers,

And Husbands

are left behind on a doomed ship.

How many deaths are because of me?

How can I live with myself?

On April 15, 1912 at 2:20 AM

The ship Titanic sank to its watery grave

because of Jack Frost.

And for that I will never forget the people who didn't make it.

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    Written by Torri Zimmerman