Poetry Time!

We know a darkness,
buried deep below.
Our own underworld,
oft cut from light and air.

Many speak of dark,
and think that they have seen,
but to us down below,
their dark is a blinding beam.

We who know the darkness,
We see a different world.
We may never find your normal,
freed from daily fear.

We've felt the all-consuming pain
and we have prayed for death.
We've screamed the screams that no one hears
and fought to take a breath.

We know what it's like,
to truly have to fight.
We've witnessed the pure evil,
That we hope most never know.

We have fought a war,
And we've come out alive.
Our work is never over,
but we have found our light.

We know the value,
of real, honest, Good.
And we won't take for granted
Each peaceful breath we breathe.

And when we sink back to the black
and our light starts to srhink,
We reach, we grab, we hold on tight.
Search deep for long-lost hope.

We have seen the darkness.
It's a constant war we fight.