A Sonnet for E.K.
His Bud Barely in Bloom
This plan must be Mistaken
For he was Stolen away far too Soon
How we long to Wake from this Nightmare
So as to Escape from the Pain
To this Anguish, there is no Compare
The Suffocation this Grief is causing is Impossible to Abstain
The Intensity of Emotions is Stronger than Expected
The Tragedy of this Reality seems far from True
I did not know I’d be so Affected
Veracity has definitely gone Askew
A Life Treasured and Desperately Missed
But Never forgotten, for within us all, his Spirit will Never fail to Persist
