D.A. Prince: Worse and Worse

Great oaks from little acorns grow
my mother said;  that's how I know
that symptoms spread, however slow,
like this sore throat.

I daren't go out today for fear
of influenza flaring  -  here,
within my chest, my lungs. It's near,
and not remote.

Last night I lay awake, in case
my temperature began to race;
pneumonia's the risk I face.
I cannot lie.

It could be laryngitis, or
the start of emphysema;  more
symptoms from websites as encore.
I'm going to die.