Starry Night

Poem about Van Gogh

I see the mystical deep
Blues of your chosen
Hues, knowing depression
Has pulled you down.
Swirls of yellow, this
Misunderstood fellow. His
Face but a somber frown
Vincent stares out the
Window, his life now in
Limbo, locked away from
The town below. Blackened
Sky draws you in, the brushing
Begins on Van Gogh’s
Starry Night.

Line Count: 14
Word Count: 57