The plates are silently shifting, drifting. <br />The planet rumbles, the ground is lifting, <br />then dropping - falling- smashing - smacking. <br />The walls of man begin violently cracking. <br />In seconds it's over, in silence, then moans, <br />crying - shrieking - sirens - groans. <br />I'm trapped in rubble, crushed, alone. <br />I try to cry out, my voice is dead. <br />Dust fills my lungs, my mind pounds dread. <br />I choke on air; blood rushes my head, <br />My brain screams out, from agony within, <br />as pain is gushing through my skin. <br />In this tomb, I lie and wait, <br />for help, or for the hands of fate. <br />Oh please, dear God, let me survive. <br />The Earth has Quaked. I’m buried alive. <br /> <br />© 2010 JVD<br /><br />Jane Van Doe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-earth-quaked-earthquake-chile-8-8-earthquake-haiti-7-0-2010-earthquake-chile-haiti-2010/
