The poem of truth

A gentle breeze coming over the hill…
Softly moving a tree…
There's nothing here but still…
Some sense of fear comes over me.
What it is I cannot tell
But my heart knows it all too well.
I wish I would know it too,
There has to be a clue.
Then my doubt starts to tease
From that moment I don't have inner peace.
I don't know what to believe,
Reality or just me? No relief.
Looking down at my world in danger
I realise I'm looking through the eyes of a stranger.
Danger is coming from deep within,
I have to face confusion as my sin.
Once I've defeated my enemy,
Then there will be no danger inside of me.