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POETRY

YOU ASK

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

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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