Long-Struggled Biography

Vincent, you had the life 
that none could envy
until after the end.

You hated your work
your self
and the way your family loved you.

You extruded yourself through a tube
and painted what oozes out
in vicious yellow and mournful blue.

Your clichés overcame themselves
by repetition
in religious atheistic devotion. 

Your brother- your guilt, your aspiration,
as cursed as you
a little better hidden.

Through your glass, darkly, 
my brown eyes bleed a little yellow
in rhyme and words and ink.