FALLEN
Crimson blood stains my fingers as I hold my lost best friend
Fallen, how could you jump and die?
He was one of the most brilliant people I have ever met
Sherlock, wait for me on the other side
People say the mighty fall hard
I didn’t realize it would be so literal
Now I am left here alone at your grave to grieve
I never thought you would ever leave
One day I will see you again
But until then I will live on and miss you
I won’t forget you, my high functioning sociopath.
-SABRINA YAVARI - 8TH
“This poem is a recreation of the day Sherlock Holmes died, and his partner John had to witness. John is feeling a
mixture of sorrow, confusion, and longing for his friend. Losing people he loves will really take a toll on John. No
one should have to go through the pain of losing someone, but nothing was made to last forever.”
- SABRINA YAVARI - 8TH