Beauty

My biggest Fear is that I will go blind
And be on longer able to see the beauty I once saw

My biggest fear is that I will become death
And forget what the music that filled the air sounded like

My biggest fear is that I will lose my voice
And so lose my songs and speech

My biggest fear is that I will lose my touch
And become mute to the world

If I lose all this, what will I be?
But once I think about it?

What is there to see
In this world of horror

What is there to hear
In this world of screams

What is there to voice
In this world of hate

What is there to touch
In this world of blood?

Not everything is beauty

The world is like a rose
Beautiful on outside
But deadly on the inside

The world is like a snail
A shell that is so different and awing
But hinds the slimy ugly body of the slug