Gold in irony

a reflection of those who wish to see

In whom numbers are few

A sight that is to be erased

A truth that isn’t true

Pains presents becomes known

A territory unfamiliar to most

It’s state is black and white

place of where you would not boost

It’s is my actuality

Made up from all others

Where all things that have been buried

unintentionally become uncovered

Some say it’s a gift

Some run away as I’m cursed

But to deal with reality

Others are forced

Gold is in irony

There is no silver or blue

And it is not in hiding

Although those who see me are few.