Naked Thought

... .... .....if you truly searched and found me not for five weeks. I'm sorry 'cos.. I fed little or no poetry. stories are meant for the tellers this, as accorded : my muse bled painstakingly I wasn't just robbed my gadgets were too. At first, I spoke like a goon identity forgone, fear has risen on my scale of actions. Even though the mirror hurts later found the reincarnated me feeling once more, the childhood I left. Assault in rounds of slap beaten to pulp, factually , no bandages . my diary explains more while time lapses indeed it was a witness I nearly lost my mind after loosing some utterances Cat and dogs ran, I feared to live. They dare not come to my rescue I'm no tatterdemalion! non adheres, some thought I was begging for alms, left inbound like a stray ?? . Thank holiness, pejoratively, there exists no male urchin I was there in the street, weeping like a stream still, they believe the gold digger hath come. Men ain't faulty, little do they know about faults even I lost all hope here I am, life is still my naked ??