Beautiful Darkness (Poem)

Rueful and groaning in the mire
Traversing the tempest floods

Enduring each day with yawning obscurity
Daubed as worthless scum

Cleft by the scourge of detractors
Insipid, embittered, besmirched

Toiling with no recompense
The most beautiful things grow in darkness

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