A word from a quiet poet

A word from a quiet poet... Today all wright ,despite my blight with eyes in the dark yearning for any kind of light to express oneself looking not for monetary wealth my empty soul cries but not tears from ones eyes a scream from the heart expressing oneself through on any kind of art to be accepted by oneself neglected assault rejected protested in misunderstood to live for what what good the story to be told by another a tell-handed down from a mother that her children only blundered only a few words from a soft hearted poet to a hurting world who didn't know it to be warmth in the world of code standing firm until one is old if one is broken how to be fixed stand strong and stay out of a mix from the world that seems to Bewitched