Challenge
Challenge of the Week CCXXII
Write a poem about America.
Late Diagnosis.
America.
It's been a while.
You're looking rather haggard,
an aching agony apparent
in your contorted visage,
the hitch in your gait
where once
you strode
so confidently,
convincing even me
your health would never fail.
When did this start?
How long have you waited?
Why did you ignore
the symptoms
for so long?
Your results show
numerous ulcers:
seething, burning, biting, hollowing
out your very core.
Let’s meet this head on
and not try to treat it
with cheap and ineffective
over-the-counter medications.
Even the available solutions
will take some time
and require patience.
America.
Promise me one thing:
You won’t ever again go so long
between check-ups.
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