Van Gogh

They thought you were out of your mind
When all you wanted
Was to be a true Christian

You gave up everything and focused on art
Yellow and blue
Your two lovers

You gave it your all
Yet the world took no notice
Only to do so after your exit

Bipolar didn't halt your passion
You poured your heart on the canvas
Now among the most valuable of paintings

Sometimes I wonder if people who die by suicide end up
In the streets of gold
Cos' I can't afford not to meet you there