scarecrow

I, what am
barely standing straight
 yet awake
 to see
fading lights
 from a day

I, what have I
but the shortest straws
the one
no one
no one wants
but the night
In its embrace the wan light of the moon
glimmers its beauty
upon the fields and unto me
unto me
I am the scarecrow
the unknown
the freak
no one wants to know
I am the scarecrow
the unknown
the freak
no one wants to know
I, only if
I could hold such beauty
its light
to know its secrets
I would be free
I am the scarecrow
the unknown
the freak
no one wants to know
I am the scarecrow
the unknown
the freak
no one wants to know

I am the scarecrow
the unknown
the freak
no one wants to know
I am the scarecrow
the unknown
the freak
no one wants to know