The autistic poet

The sweat of my brow
The blood of my tears
The pain of how
Growing my fears
The waste of my life
Growing my strife
The end of my quest
Will bring me no rest

My fight is forever 
Controlled by this lever
The light is drowning 
This group I am founding
Alone we are broken 
But together we are spoken

I am but a skald 
A poet of the story 
This is my world
I must find my glory
A bard of my past
A sonneteer of memories
And this will out last  
And these words for centuries 

Our mission for understanding 
A goal for everlasting 
Together we are expanding 
No more masking

Our quest is complete 
But they jest at our feet
We will not compete
For destiny we must meet