There are those unfortunate
They lie in misery and regret
To and fulfilling themselves
A world gone black, behold so
A dreary land besought grey
Where colours denied drip off
By a laden brush of self pity
Dipped in a victim's pail of pain
A legacy's portrait surely shared
Its facade enduring the ages
Begotten bitterness beheld
It survives goodness lost
All consuming, ever looming
Take care for it creeps in
And surely oppresses a grasp
That holds together reality
The sun surely always shines
In the day, and too in the night
Though a cloudy pallet conceals
The majesty of a masterpiece