Vincent Van Gogh, When He Was

When he was None came to feel it What his contribution stood for, Gogh in the asylum Painting his masterpiece, Starry Night, Olive Trees, Irises People misunderstood The romantic artist and his desperation, So talented and intuitional But the inner conflicts raking him The wide world could not, Could not know, feel it The dilemma of his, the doubts of his Selfies and portraits Of an artist, An artist as a young man But a great artist split So full with The Spark of Divinity, The post-impressionist Dutch artist.