Author: Vincent van Gogh
Image: Seeing the Goodness outside (here)
Not the slightest bother on others around
His mind wandered far but he stood his grounds
Seemingly confident without a sound
Wrinkles lined his pock-marked face
Had seen better days before in his heyday
He reflected on the twist of fate
It could not be any other way
It was a good lesson
He should have stood up for his rights
He was innocent
But he let his guard down without a fight
He shouldn’t have trusted others
They looked after their own
They disappeared when it mattered
And left him holding the baby alone
He bade farewell to the good life
Fugitive from himself knocking off troubles
now depended on his wiles to survive
To stamp his strength later when able
Melissa at d'Verse - haunted/
What a tragedy and a sad ending.
ReplyDeleteA haunting poem, somehow familiar perhaps because we all fear being left destitute and alone.
ReplyDelete"Fugitive from himself" excellent description of how I see him, Hank.
ReplyDeleteI also liked "fugitive from himself" - so true of Van Gogh - and many others.
ReplyDeleteOh my heart .. this is incredibly dark and haunting!
ReplyDeleteYes, very haunting and tragic.
ReplyDelete“He reflected on the twist of fate
ReplyDeleteIt could not be any other way
It was a good lesson”
These lines stood out to me. Resignation and perhaps belief that this was all designed. Submission to letting go of hope for the good life.
I think it happens way too often... sometimes there are no second chances
ReplyDeleteGreat ekphrastic, Hank!
ReplyDeleteHeart wrenching...it's no wonder he drank absynthe!
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