The Structure Beckons
What secrets are contained within?
Shaded by gray,
this place I see
Is it in
my dreams?
What stories
lie within?
It’s skeletal hands
reach towards the
sky
Yet they reach
towards me
as well
Beckoning me
into it
I don’t
want to
advance
Yet I don’t
want to
resist
Something is
there waiting
to be uncovered
Do I want
to know
what secret
is being spoken
to me?
Can I shoulder
the burden?
Will whatever
escapes from
within be
escape or freedom
with chains?
Dare I cross
the threshold
into the domicile’s
embrace?
I ponder this
as I wander
closer
The air silent
with noise
of protesters
all around
Their deafening
warnings falling
on ears not
listening
The structure before
me becoming an
welcome figure
in my mind
Others will see
it someday
with eyes that
hide
This building
before me
is my torment
for now
It won’t always
be so
O how it saddens
me
About the Creator
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