Another Artist Dies Today

Today, I cleaned out a dead artists home
His final painting completed alone
Brown shades of impasto on cotton canvas
Mattress darkened hue
Blood red phlegm on linoleum too.

Dirt in every conceivable place.
A failed artist lay in disgrace
No respect in his final resting place.
To ill to receive or ask for support.

Living four floors high,
pushed him closer to the sky
Couldn't walk, you see?
He had a family, kids an' all
but no help for him did come.

So much pain,
looked as though
he'd suffered for days,
before he finally withdrew.

I cleaned his place
muck and all
Now this artist
into the Grand hall
can walk tall.
No shame on him, for his torment.

Another wasted artist
on borrowed time lent.
Wish him peace, he knew hell well
Free from pain, he's left his cell
heard his name,
followed the call.

Another wasted artist died today.