Years of depression punctuated by obsessive creativity brought him closer to the inevitable. Alcohol became his chosen poison. Lacking the proper nutrition and suffering from frequent bouts of insomnia – it only propelled him deeper into the black abyss. The delusions which led to his self-mutilation only further supported the theory – he was mad, and he felt all alone.
He had lost everything of value to him. There was an empty canvas on the easel, his colors, and tools. What would he paint?
Nothing. He was at his self-inflicted end. “The sadness will last forever,” were Vincent’s final words.
I Write Her 
Oh gosh, you wrote this so eloquently that my heart breaks over him again.
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Thank you kindly, Rhen!
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Most welcome 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Don’t Gogh …. by Susi Bocks
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He did not know fame will follow. Thank you, Susi!
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It’s a shame he didn’t have it while he was alive. You’re welcome, always a pleasure to participate, Reena! 🙂
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Sadness does seem like forever, some days.
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Yes 😦
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Excellent, Susi. May I recommend, for those who haven’t seen it, the critically-acclaimed, unforgettable film LUST FOR LIFE (based on Irving Stone’s biography of Vincent Van Gogh). which vividly brings your depiction to life. It stars the recently deceased Kirk Douglas as Van Gogh.
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Thank you for that recommendation! Glad you liked this piece. 🙂
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How sad! I love him so much.
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His work was beautiful!
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Perfect for the prompt.
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Thanks, Sadje! 🙂
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You’re welcome Susi
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