Quite a phenomenon
To be appreciated and idolized
So long after your desultory life
There are songs about you
Unattainable fees for your transcendent art
Theories on how you came to your end
Did your doctor friend unwittingly
Supply the gun?
Or was there a pity, and intent
Your brother was a good force
Letters exchanged fueling your
But you needed so much more.
Would you have made it
In these times
With schools squelching creativity
With the medications that will
Control behavior and mental
Problems that you may have displayed?
But maybe meds were what you needed?
Your imbalance contributed to your
Anxious amazing art
My heart twists
For you, Van Gogh
Every time I see your
On my wall