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by Sive Klaas Nov 2, 2018
Sadness, depression /
He barely moved in balky visage
As the wintry day dismissed our dialogue.
He lumbered past as if he had been on a voyage,
With disregard and pride, i felt miserable;
on his fading Departure.
He was getting worse and worse and displeasing
He looked like a devil's sick of sin.
He gagged and gasped for air in horror.
His fierce face looked grim.
I could tell, he was dying.
''Bhova!'', he flashed a terrible smile,
Then, his face down again wheezing for air
The welfare, a mile.
Could not help at all.
Died of Poison
This is sad, but well written.
The only thing is, first line of stanza 2
change 'worst and worst' to 'worse and worse'
otherwise a nice write.
by Sive Klaas
Hi Darren. Thanks for your time. i appreciate. i will just edit it soonest. Thank you :)