Vincent

Maura Parkes

As sad as Vincent Van Gogh
his ear staring at him from his palm
and yellow paint dripping from his lips.

As empty as his paintbrush
dancing with light and capturing beauty
but failing to capture his own talent.

chemicals fill his veins
as he soils another clear glass of water
with no regrets.

while he fills the world with beauty
he neglects to see
his own.

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