Wheat field with crows by Vincent Van Gogh
A Lurid Vision By Bluewind
What is it that you are trying to spell:
Of nameless fear and endless sorrow,
Confined in a murdering cell?
Richness neglected beneath troubled sky,
Sign of misery flying across the vast.
Two hidden roads lead to uncertainties,
While the obvious third lead to sufferings.
Compressed and contracted,
All into a liquid vision
A lurid dream, full of hues,
Speaking of a soulful spirit
Perplexed and confused at the slightest shake.
What is it that you are trying to spell,
By this suicide note painted on canvas?
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