Three fold is a heavy load
Feeling full
More food for soul
Thoughts dont shift
To halo's and angels
All knotted up
With the twists and the tangles
Three time over
I've been scourned
Three times over
I have mourned
Voices tell me
They are proud
But
I'm hearing shit
That's not allowed
Very intense and genuine poem. I like it.
ReplyDeletethree is a number of balance, although just when you think you have attained soem kind of balance, it's gone again....
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