It Is A Trap Poem by Martina Danielova

I lived few lives with three eyes
and I saw things purple and deep
louder than ocean - it's cries
I cried for things that weren't cheap:

beautiful scenery of the soul
life amorous of the black hole
purity of the heart raptured
crackling moments in time captured

when seasons turned into the road,
dark in the windings of the mind
I've heard my heart to explode
in sympathy for humankind

since then and forever more

I was convicted of the sin:
being the bride of cheating life
I know my word won't ever win,
if I am declared to be his wife