Silent cries

As I sit and write my poetry These two eyes of mine See the talent I have in doing it But what's the use When no one don't even noticed This passion within me feels hot like fire How I yearn to be heard worldwide And touches anyone soul With my artistic words I breathe poetry in every way Thus when words fall From the ink of my pen I'm always prepared To form each one together And create beauty on a sheet of paper However; I'm hungry for recognition And wishes someone, somewhere, Could hear my silent cries.