Inspiration stream (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

A blinding yet warm beam- Beams right through my window, A gentle wind- Blows through my curtains, The pen in my hand so tight, A session of deep breaths- Yet still I lack inspiration. I’m blank. I try to scream and shout – But that doesn’t change the fact That I haven’t anything to writeContinue reading “Inspiration stream (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Mid air fortress (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I’ve been at it for days; Building these castles in thin air, So absent from the present, In a land far far away; So far, it does not exist, It is my mid air fortress! That is where I find myself When the masses have lost me Just as much as I have lost myself.Continue reading “Mid air fortress (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

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