spencer bolick.

carl spencer bolick.
he was my best friend. and now he has gone. by his own choosing.
i wrote a poem.

with wings on his back.
tattered and torn
a staggering man
flys up to the sky
a smile on his face
as he finds his peace
that he couldnt find
on an earth with broken people

as he ascends into the light
years of his life shed off of him
and the weight on his shoulders
seems to disappear

left behind is hurt
and lost people
those who don't know why
guilt and sorrow fills empty souls
while an angel watches from above

he whispers in our ears
he stays with those who can not stand alone
peace be with them
as it is with him



i miss my best friend. more than anyone will ever know. and i am hurting alot. but i still feel him in everything i do.
and i loved him with all of my heart, and he still hasn't left me.
and i won't let go of him.
i hope that he finds the peace and tranquility that he spent so long searching for.
i love you spencer...
rip.