The Prospects of a Ruin
What am I?
I am a Ruin,
Crumbled by yesterday's wear,
Fortified by tomorrow's prospect,
I am more than the rubble,
I am a shelter,
I house those who enter with solidity and warmth,
But I am also heavily guarded,
To get in is a maze,
To get out is unimaginable.
This poem is about:
Me
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