I am a Ruin

I wonder how many birds are living in me

I hear a crow flapping its wings

I see a cow grazing in the grass

I want to be rebuilt

I feel like the good old days

I touch the rough hay

I worry about being knocked down

I cry thinking about the good old days

I am a ruin

I understand that the good old days can’t come back

I say that things will be good

I dream about being rebuilt

I try to be in use for others

I hope to be rebuilt

I am a ruin