Pain was cutting deep;
So I wrote poems to send it all to sleep.
Rage was coursing through my veins;
So I wrote poems to suppress the pain.
Darkness was the definition of my nights;
So I wrote poems to bring out a little light.
But sour, was the taste of my words;
And the more I confined in poetic escape,
It only got worse….
By: Phanuel Ayelum.
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