A wound that lingers, slow to mend, A stubborn mark that will not end. Six weeks or more, its tale unfolds, A chronic story, pain it holds.
Upon the leg, where veins grow weak, The venous ulcer makes its streak. Blood pools beneath, the skin turns frail, Its healing hopes begin to fail.
Arterial woes can cut a line, With blood-starved toes, a warning sign. Atherosclerosis steals the flow, Leaving sores where pulses slow.
For those with sugar’s silent toll, Diabetic ulcers claim their role. On feet they creep, where nerves grow numb, A hidden threat for years to come.
Immobile souls bear pressure's plight, On hips and heels, through endless night. Bedsores bloom where weight’s unkind, A lasting mark, the body confined.
Within the gut, where acids churn, Peptic ulcers twist and burn. H. pylori, or drugs prolonged, A hidden battle, deeply wronged.
Poor blood, infection, trauma’s scar, Diabetes’ reach from near to far. The ulcer thrives where health declines, Its chronic grip, in tangled lines.
To heal, one seeks the roots below, Improved blood flow to soothe the woe. Dressings, care, and tender hands, Restore the hope that time demands.
Lifestyle shifts, a vital key, To break the ulcer's legacy. With patience, skill, and science near, The chronic wound may disappear.
