Van Gogh. Starry Night- On helplessness
“Live to the fullest. Follow urges
To breathe and peer into a mist.”
He doubted this insight. He fought it.
I wish I were his therapist.
Oh, there were nights when I would
Look up and wouldn’t see the skies,
Tears of joy and understanding
Welling up in heart and eyes.
If he only listened to me… I witnessed
The beauty of his cruel night,
Walked in his shoes. And yet, I couldn’t
Divert a bullet from its flight.
Breathe in the night?- The world is putrid.
Live to the fullest?- All in vain.
He’s doomed to die. Now, how would I
Live with the curse of being sane?
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