Did Van Gogh, Really Know? Poem by Michael Gale

Van Gogh at ease-el, paint brush in hand,
preparing to stroke his way...
Lost in thought-Nothing to say.

Pondering if he should cut off his ear? ...
Is he filled with in-trepidation and fear?

Did his depression make him angry and mad? ...
Or possibly-way too sad?

He was in an insane asylum...
Later in his life-He was probably lucky-if
earlier, he had not thought of cutting
off a finger or thumb.

To end his life was he dumb? ...
Was his brain, as an intelligence,
in a high, or higher sum?

No-His common sense would not save him...
He died from a depressed and saddest whim.