Tattered Eyes, Seeking Forevermore Poem by La Janine Garrett

I know nothing of that Light for I
Have seen nothing of her beauty
As time goes, this I know
That as these youthful eyes
Forever seeking, Questioning
Demanding, Begging
Tattered, Scared, Bone weary
That as I lay down, to rest that I
Will it so, that I have gained
Hard earned each Blow,
Wound, Disfigure, Mutilation
I may never see this light
Hear her laugh, I have heard
Others speck of it so
I may never have the pleasure
Of looking her in the eye
I have look demons dead on
I may know nothing of that Light
Or seen her beauty, but this
I do know this, the beauty
That lays within these wounds
Of taking a blow, I may nothing
Of your world but I have yet to
Even scratch the surface of the
Night, thou he may hold me
Her name is what wakes me
It is my name that scares me