Shaking Poem by Chelle Miller
Shaking
The earthquake threw me.
I can't stand straight.
The building is going to collapse.
Everything is unstable.
The floor is vibrating under me, and forcing me to lose my balance.
I curl up on the floor,
waiting for the pain to end.
The picture frame falls,
crashing by my side;
alerting me of the newfound silence.
I raise my head
only to find no disaster.
It had been me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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