When The Monster Came To Eat
I lay there asleep
as sound as a baby.
No worries in the world
no nothing, no maybes.
Next thing I knew,
the ground ripped open beneath my feet.
Thats when I knew,
the monster had come to eat.
My brother woke up
with a scream and a cry.
That treacherous night
no one should ever leave behind.
No love lost now
not yet, not how.
But I’ll never forget
the night the monster came to eat.
This poem is about September 4 2010 Canterbury Earthquake which I was in.
Writen by myself, zara
