THE FALLEN YOUNGSTER[IN MEMORY OF ARYEE VINCENT EVARVIN
I was at school when I heard the news.
Evar’vin is no more screamed the voices.
Stop this joke I told myself and looked upstairs.
Feelings of dumbness and numbness filled my thoughts.
Losing my sense I took a deep breath and sighed.
This ‘shit’ is real, a friend confirmed.
This isn’t the first time someone close to me has passed away.
But you know, this kind of pain always stays lingering and hurting each passing day.
Lately I’ve been thinking about you.
The unfulfilled dreams.
Memories and late night toils of better tomorrow.
The late hours back at school,
The hungry tummies.
We can’t recreate you,
Neither can we fill the void you left us.
But we can celebrate you.
We can keep you in...