Beauty lost in reason

I spend my days in thought
Digesting all I'm told
Of something more
Than what I see
I'm told there's beauty
Everywhere but here,
Cos my eyes are blind
To what they see,
Looking out my window
I see children at play
Spinning imaginary tales
To pass the long, weiry day
Parents milling about
Smiling at their glowing young,
Yet all I see is fear
Hearts too young to understand
The misery they see around
With eyes glued to death
Their fantasies, tries at escape,
From the evil that draws near,
Every face that passes me
I see but desperation
To escape crumpled reality,
Heads filled with dreams
That'll never come
And they know it,
As I do,

Yet from time to time
A thought of hope
Crosses my crinkled brow
And I wonder if it's right
To hope and dream,

The books I read,
Tales authors spin
To run from their own fear
Circle through my thoughts
And I wish I too could see
All that they write about,
The beauty of a blossoming rose,
Tranquility in a drop of dew,
But I don't and never have
Execpt I hope, one day
To see as they do,
Till then I will wait
Content to know
That even if my beating heart
Sees naught but pain
Beauty, peace and love
Might still exist