The Silence Of Childhood Autism Poem by John I Nash

No word he speaks, no question asked, in volume his eyes seek.
Love projected through touch and stare.
No one knows he is there.
He dares defy the norm, this child of the storm.
Genetic knowledge beyond his years, but few tears.
Throughout the years, wonders why he is different from the others.
What happened to me?
Why don't they see, I'm God's special gift to thee.
Are they not aware of the hidden genius that could help all humanity?