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.
I would like to translate this poem