Just a small poem for you to read?

Not the best of them all, but not my worst either. I feel the need to share, though. If you would be so kind as to give me some constructive criticism, or of coarse just comment, I would be immensely happy!

Though the black

He tried, he did

Straining

To reach the earth.

The light he had,

Never saw but a trace of light.

The storm,

Stifling his beams

Snuffing them out,

Letting not one pass.

Sun, he finally prevailed.

Rays breaking through the tempest.

Hitting a man strait in the eye,

Blinding him.

Discouraged, Sun retracted

All he had to offer.

And for all he could muster,

What use is there in trying again?