Graffiti Man by Liz Snader

Graffiti man by liz snader

Our angel, our rock, our inspiration-

He brought light to so many dark lives.

He filled empty places with color-sketches

And paint cans and art pens littered his home.

He loved and he shared and he

Helped those who needed it the most.

He drove the pain away from your mind

And body by medicating the problem-

That was his down fall-he medicated,

Not fixed-he knew he couldn’t fix it all-

So he’d just dull the ache for a moment.

He lived and he loved and he moved on

To the next best thing-Paige, Sara, Wendy. . .

The list goes on—

But his list ended at

The ripe age of 22-a few months ‘til 23

Why couldn’t he wait? Why couldn’t

He slow down?

We shall never know-

Our angel, our rock, our inspiration-

He left out lives to live his eternity.