DEMISE

My beloved dear,

Filled with agony is this year

With an austere; 

Is a virus with a sneer

Causing despair

in it rear...

Is death with it's usual glare

Sights are unclear

Breath-- sear

Heart condition: severe...

My aim is not fear

But had to make it clear

For my demise is here

...weep not my dear

For I'll always be near...

© Muhammed IV

#day 6- Clarity

#30daysChallenge