This is a poem about a b lind guy i had to do for english class

The walls here, not as there
Cracks in the ground growing farther
from where they once knew
The blur of motion,
leading me home.

Moving to be here.
Pushing away from sight without.
The farther I run the more normal
I become.
No more braille for me,
Please.

Wishing upon their reality
hoping to see the leafs fall
GOD!
I wish to escape this dull place of help
Escape the waiting upon hand and foot
To preform thee art of speech.

I do not have sight,
all I hear is irriplacable.
You cannot break me the way you broke them.
For I am diffrent, in the same.