Hidden Truths.

Raindrops fall like crystal pearls.
Adorning my weary skin.
Their fleeting beauty reminding me,
Of what I lack within.

An autumn tree asks me to dance.
I readily agree.
It drops it papery crimson leaves,
And they waltz and twirl around me.

But I make a poor dancing partner.
My feet dragging to the unheard beat.
So I will move on again,
Someone else it will meet.

The wind sings to me its poems.
Some gentle, some filled with pain.
By I make a poor audience,
So it leaves me alone again.

Flowers try and tempt me with their beauty.
Nature’s own velvet and silk.
Yet all I see is death,
Creeping amongst them silent and slick.

Fruit calls to me offering nourishment.
But I know what hides deep inside.
A worm that squirms devouring.
That wants my own soft juicy eye

The gilded sun tries to wrap me with its warmth.
Its beams teasing and tickling my skin.
But I know it is burning me,
Inserting a cancer deep within.

The moonbeams tinkle softly.
Playing their sweet soothing tune.
But I have seen the hooded face,
That lives within that moon.

The dark soft night embraces me.
Offers shelter and calm.
Shadows my protectors,
Nestling me in their weak foggy arms.

Yet I know inside the darkness.
Evil loves to play and hunt.
It creeps and looks for sacrifices.
I am the one it wants.

So please show where me where I can go to.
Tell where I will be safe.
Take me there I beg you,
For I cannot find that place.