Japanese Sinkhole

• Logan Toohey, Grade 4
• Poetry
• 2017

I feel cracks in the ground beneath me,
I commence to doubt myself, is this a fantasy?
Cars start to break, is this the eruption of an earthquake?
My surroundings become a blur, I wish I could transfer

The road starts to implode, the traffic slowed,
I can recall having none of this ridiculous brawl,
The aching sensation had returned intensely,
The driver reminisced his recent past immensely,

My heart begins to rapidly palpitate,
My body has an inexplicable shake,
My limbs ache,
This is going to go down in history at this rate,

This disaster couldn’t match with the surface’s fierce exterior,
My absent mind is becoming eerier and eerier,
I commence to run,
But this has just begun