You ask
“Are you sick?”
When you are the sickness
And I’m the infected
II
You ask
“Is there something you need?”
When you are the something
The something I am needing
III
You ask
“Can I get you some food?”
And I sigh
Because you have the meal I need
…a heart I need to be fed
IV
You ask
“Have you ever felt this way before?”
How could I have?
I knew not your fever
How could it make me shiver?
V
Now you say
“I’ll do everything to make it better”
When your heart’s fence wall is higher
…than Afa’s Djato and Ever’s Rest
Dwarfing my dreams into screams deemed noise
…to a fretting yearning
VI
This linguistic code of language exasperates
Because its mouth has no voice hole
Its eyes have no images
Its heart speaks in an all covered cage
So I’m dying
…infected by its tortuous virus
…on its shaming ground
If only you’ll find a vision to see…
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © January 18, 2020
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