I: Trust
Oh God! Oh God!
I trust in You
Oh God! Oh God!
I know You will be true
but God
why must it be so hard
why must it hurt so much
to reach joy and peace
and why must my heart be strengthened
by bending and by breaking
Oh God you are my God
a bulwark never failing

{I don't really know if this can be called poetry, but I scribbled it out while overhearing something that was on TV about the Titanic. It's not very polished but I like it anyway}

Up from steerage
The deck is crowded
All the ladies in their evening gowns.

Rich man tells me to get in a boat.
I fear.
Can we really be sinking?

The band is playing.
Nearer, my God to Thee.
I am cold.

Dawn comes.
There are bodies, floating upright
Faces, seen. Souls, gone.