Vincent Died July 29-- Part 1

PART 1-- VINCENT DIED JULY 29 VINCENT VAN GOGH Oh Vincent, too soon you said goodbye Each time your love rejected, emotions set awry Your hand above, the lamps hot flame To prove in time, your love won’t wane Each failure then, became your bane That memory faded, but love, came not again Your brothers love, the only one Throughout your life, you counted on And those few friends, which once were close Each in their turn, did you dispose Like those bad seeds “The Sower” threw Were tossed aside, and never grew Regressing shades, of grey from white Lights that flickered, through the night You became a somber, tortured soul You tried but could not, find your role The acceptance, which you hoped to find With each descent, you lost your mind On your release, from “Madhouse Garden” Your senses dulled, your “Sorrow” hardened You still envisioned, “Flowering Orchards” blooming Contrasting days, frustrations looming Shadows formed, in weightless plumes From the “Old Cemetery Tower” and its tombs Soon days of joy, your senses rouse Bringing renovations, to “The Yellow House” Long travels through, the countryside Those paintings that, you did with pride Enormous swings, from “Wheatfield’s In Rain” To “Wheatfield With Crows”, that caused you pain