Vincent Van Gogh, a prodigy depressed,
Celebrated post-impressionist Dutch.
Bold color and form, he was rather blessed,
Wielding his palette with a genius touch.

Simple functioning, a battle uphill,
Plagued by psychotic delusions to fear.
Lifelong stigma to be mentally ill,
In a moment of rage, sliced off his ear.

Tortured soul and distressed alcoholic,
A psyche where sanity did collide.
Painting his emotions melancholic,
Thirty-seven, committed suicide.

Misunderstood master quintessential,
Vexed by reality existential.

“I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.” ~ Vincent Van Gogh

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