"Not One Starred Night"

"I fall and fall, then fall, why has the sturdy steady ground not found, or reached my feet or wind refused to lift the wings I wear upon my back, nor is there one starred night when I may rest,
warm earth support my tired head."

In a moment of sadness and loneliness one night in Vitorchiano, Italy, I found a paper to scribble my thoughts down in a poem, and proceeded to express, in acrylic paints, my feelings on the paper.
That dark night, my tortured artist persona showed its face.