Infected Date: Monday, 2nd July 2007 @ 04:00:17 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: a7x36 Time heals all wounds. But this one's infected. It's a stab wound to the gut. Now it's all yellow with pus. Disgusting. Stiches? Nah, I didn't go to the doctor. Probably should though. It might get worse. Whatever, I'll wait it out. Bad idea. Now it's getting ugly. I'll spare the details. Doctor says I need surgery. Something's lodged in there. What? That makes no sense! When did anything ever make sense. Turns out it was a chip of bone. Knife chipped it off my hip. Realistic? No. Cause this is all just a weird, awful dream. Not really, but it should be. Time heals all wounds. Antibiotics help, but some people can't afford them. And there's no real precription for a freak knifing to the side where part of you hip gets caught in the wound. Ouch. That hurt. This poem is Copyright © a7x36 Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=135680