Shrivelling Love Poem by John Collins Areyayefa

He who is me.
I was a million an agape,
thousand a storge.
I was hundred an eros,
tense a philo.
My name was defamed and blasphemed.
My status, brought to nothing
they've prostituted my dignity
and mocked my sacredness.
Welshing
my worth which was much a wunderkind.
Oh precious me, alive a mulch
dragged through dung
And now I prevail in little measures.
My worth which was much a wunderkind,
came waddlimg among the witless.