NULLO

NULLO

He was a painter, lost and lone,
His canvases, a vibrant blur.
He painted dreams, on canvas shown,
Of worlds unseen, that softly stir.
His colors bled, a passionate cry,
Of love and loss, of joy and pain.
He sought the truth, beneath the sky,
And captured beauty, again and again.
But madness claimed his troubled soul,
And darkness veiled his sight.
He lost all sense of self-control,
And faded into endless night.
His paintings hang, a silent plea,
A testament to what he'd been.
A tortured soul, wild and free,
A tragic, haunting, artful scene.