Gentle Sleep.

Dedicated to the gentle soul of my friend, classmate and brother Prosper Chukwu Uchenna.

Gentle soul, gentle sleep;
The grievance bestowed upon us.
It waded into our hearts:
Our joy, it withered, our fun confiscated.

Gentle sleep of a gentle soul;
The solemnity of our once cheerful faces.
Vigour of our hearts, where are they?
And our euphoric moods, like the wind, now beyond our grip.

Gentle soul in his gentle sleep,
But we are lost in such searing silence.
For many whys we do wail,
But to which when do we wait?
Now that time has refused to move;
also stuck in grieving the lost.

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That is sad. I'm sorry. What happened to him? THere's one line that stuck with me. "Fun confiscated" - haunting ..

[Bonaventure Onuabuchi]

I couldn't say, but I know it's death! The much and searing pain is that it befalled untimely.