The feel of the silence; The poetry in the sound, The beauty in the phrase- The spell to which I’m bound. The resolution of harmony; The charm of resonance, The well tampered chaos- The art in dissonance. The craft of rhythm; The flow of melody, The patience before cadence- The resolution of harmony. It’s whereContinue reading “Amused by music(A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”
How far would you go to feed an addiction?
An urge; Is what I called it. Until these feelings started to surge And soon I couldn’t hold it So I gave in. Sensual desire got the best of me- I took a shot at withdrawal But it only returned pain and anxiety- So I gave in. This is a cell I’m enslaved in. HowContinue reading “What addiction feels like (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”