Maddening Quake that Shattered

Waiting for this shelter to fall,
The walls around this place seem to shake,
Quaking and trembling,
Waiting in the madness that consumes all,
This maddening quake that takes all that is,
Does not replace the time or the possessions lost,
Just making the wall crumble and shatter as they become loose,
Breaking away seamlessly from the frame which held them,
These loose walls that fell,
Now only to expose the thing in which they protected,
This pent up being was never meant to rise from here,
This quake that shook and plundered the way down,
Cracking the fountain of all that was and shattered its bindings,
This being comes from the rumble and pieces of this shattered shelter,
Its form not quite clear as it crumbles and stumbles forward,
As if pressing on to follow a path in which it was kept,
And yet the road forks into three and the decision begins