The Unseen Poem by kay j sparkz

There are many things we see,
There many thingz we don't,
What we see,
Aren't alwayz what they are,
What we don't,
Aren't alwayz gone.


In good times,
We stop looking,
But come bad times,
We start searching,
Looking for a way out of darkness,
Looking for hand 2 pull us up,
Looking for the strength to fight,
Yet,
What we see,
Dun alwayz shine that light,
Dun alwayz pull us up,
Dun alwayz give us the strength.

Then,
Out of the blind spot of our eyes,
Comez that hand,
Comez that light,
Comez that strength,
At that point,
We realize the limit of our visual field,
And wonder why we didn't see it.

I guess we c,
What we wanna c,
We belive,
What we wanna belive,
But nothing is ever what they seem,
B'coz sometimes,
Darkness could be the brightest light,
Silence could be the greatest music,
Weakness could be the greatest strength,
For sometimes,
The unseen could be the greatest sight