Infected
Sick and ill with no one to blame
A city hospital calls my name
Needle in the vein with little flaw
A port in the chest to assist with the draw
Doctors rush like blood flows
What is wrong, nobody knows
Surgery is scheduled
The surgeon walks in with words unsaid
Alone in a room walls of white
I have never seen such a lonley sight
A knock on the door releases the nerves
Doctors bring news that disturbs
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