Salvation

Pistons rise, then pause, a sputter
Sleep, you can't, you cry, you mutter.
Hope: a heap
Triumphant clutter.
Woman warns
You cringe and splutter.
Need a friend
No words to utter.

Windows of my heart
Just shutters.
Thrown upon a sea
No rudder.
Habit, rote, the drill:
Bread/butter.
Forgetful of
How you cut her.

When I die, let me sleep
Green my grave with clover cheap.
Hug a child from wind's sweep
Tell not of my loss too deep
Such as sown, no doubt reap.
Willows only touch and weep
Marker mine (paid) to keep.

You went far away, my dear
Lend a wreath, if not an ear.
I choked upon the spray you gave
'Twas swallowed by an evil wave.
Neglect so strong it rotted steel
And stole the human pow'r to heal.

The Ghost of Ice shall close the deal
His books he slams shut with a squeal
Of dark delight o'er my demise.
No phoenix here nor 'morrow's skies?

Yet anchor of our loving Lord
Holds fast; He places me aboard.
Not fragile bark of life on earth:
"Titanic" new, hubris-less birth.

Never more, despair and pride
To cloud the Light
Or not abide
In Him and those with love unending
Who spent their all for my soul's mending.