Flowers, cadmium and saffron
Exuberant, ebullient, sanguine
No indication of suffering
A joyous view upon a wall.

Swirling clouds amongst an unilluninated sky
Observed as mundane by some
But the beacon of light is sought
by those who are attentive.

Self portraits, an array of them
Each with a hostile expression
The carefully etched, ageing lines
The anguish, unbeknownst to most.

A ****** of crows in a macabre sky
A transition from radiant to sombre
An unnoticed caution
that the artist would soon be no more.

A madman, tortured and doomed
departed this world with the belief
That he had accomplished nor achieved nothing
An inconsequential person.

Receiving a belated recognition -
If only it had been sooner.