My Appetite Is A Closed Door Poem by Biniam Tekeste

My appetite is a closed door
My tummy an empty hollow.
My head feels dizzy
And my eyes only see
A spinning world
Myself - a spinning top.

My cells are sending SOS
Am I dying or running out?
"Help! Help! " they shout
"What is happening? " I am at a loss.

Ready are to chop food my sharp teeth
But I'm weak, drained of all my strength
Feeling like a leaf tossed in a violent wind
I can't even carry the food on my fork.

I frown at my plate
The food frowns back at me
As if it's saying, "Please, please don't eat me."
"Tonight, you seem lucky, " I say
"I'm showing you mercy
"But don't think I'm kind to you
"It's the illness has become cruel to me."

(Asmara: March 03,2016)