The Gain Of Pain Poem by ObiGod Chidi CC

THE GAIN OF PAIN

To access success, turn pain into gain.
Futility, end product of pleasure is vain.
Highly revered and adhered for my power,
Behind the curtain, press my oil to shower.


My nights get drown in the pool formed as I cry.
The dawn pays with triumph, I persist to try.
Faith in the fight unending, the result pending.
The price is paid in pain, victors keep contending.


The heavy cross calls for a helper from Cyrene.
My sacred knees steady in the land so green.
When greatness' bottled, it torments to manifest.
Travails to sow bow to the prevail of harvest.

CHIDI CECE