Poetrauma! (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

An octave of your melody,

A stream of your words-

Dominates my thoughts,

Rules my world..

Words you uttered;

Engraved in time.

Haunt my nights-

In ghostly rhyme.

I mean a lot to you;

You mean everything to me.

Circumstance holds us apart,

However only temporarily.

My mind reminds me to forget you;

My heart feels otherwise.

It’s a dilemma of my organs!

My heart is known for telling lies.

I ought to stop thinking with my heart;

Cardiology isn’t intended for psychological purposes.

But to be honest;

I’ve never really understood biological sciences.

By: Phanuel Ayelum.