The Unknown; Beknown

No one knows the battles we have fought before,

and will fight forevermore, but even furthermore,

they don't even know how hard we fight for something more,

or don't even know what we are fighting for,

They have not seen, how we brush off the dust,

and get back up on our feet, and up off the floor, from underneath, from where we have been,

But what is reality really where we are living in?

What does it mean, to know wrong from right,

and everything in between,

why can some see what is unseen while others see nothing?

What makes you think you see me as a we, that is not there,

While you stare and glare,

as if you knew and obtain the pain we contain,

thinking you can compare what we bare,

and then dare to say you see nothing there, anywhere,

and give me more to what I refrain to complain,

but do not know what it is like to be slain from what we ascertain, about what we attain,

in every membrane in our brain,

telling us we are insane;

We never fold, we unfold, and tell the stories never told,

so we don't sell out to a life we never sold,

we don't wait until we are old to be bold,

and reach our very threshold foretold,

we mold what we hold,

and turn it into gold,

Just don't let your heart go cold,

Because it takes real heat, to rid out deceit and mold a gold chain, so you can restrain your life with your grain,

to maintain your life and gain the main,

retrain your brain to obtain from the slain and pertain to be sane,

Regain, so we gain from pain,

and refrain to postpone from what was prone, and turn it,

into precious stone,

The Gain Within Pain

Poetry Written By:

PeoplesPoetryProject

PPP aka Troyce D. Reimer

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