Unchecked — A New Poem

The shot, it doesn’t look bad

But the unseen is far worse

Festering — infecting nearby tissue

As the sweating begins

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The wound is twofold

With unkempt track in between

Total treatment is necessary

As the shakes set in

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Soon, the pain grows numb

And speech is rapidly declining

Failure to act in time

Has left me on the doorstep

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