He lay there quietly waiting
Eyes fading with constant pain
Vitality sapped, into a black hole
Of pain radiating from a diseased hell hole
Crouched foetally
No position relieved the ache
No doctor, no medicine
Relieved his agony
Alone, beyond the reach
Of any belief
He waited with eyes open
For deaths relief!
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Terrific description of death in the most beutiful way.I hae also described in my poem 'I feel You Death'. Please go through it also.Lovely style and nice vocab.