in an asylum, noting blazing blue eyes
full of desperation, red lines in the background.
He produced over 2,000 paintings
yet only sold one during his lifetime,
the alcohol could only numb the pain
as he fumed with frustration, quite insane
spending time in hell as Saint-Remy.
I peer closely at The Starry Night
admiring the rich, dream-like azure.
Van Gogh's replicas now hang on walls
in almost every part of the world
painting alone with a sad, troubled mind,
famous after death for fate was not kind.
After a row with Gauguin he cut his ear
and when life became too much to bear
van Gogh shot himself in the chest
to perish two days later.
He was only 37, a tragic figure,
but his soul was old, he gave up the fight
and drifted up into the starry night.