There Is A Troublesome State Of Mind (Triolet) Poem by Gert Strydom

There Is A Troublesome State Of Mind (Triolet)



There is a troublesome state of mind,
when I hate the first morning light
and feel rebellious, bitter and unkind.
There is a troublesome state of mind,
when in everything I something wrong find,
a type of spite that nothing turns aright.
There is a troublesome state of mind,
when I hate the first morning light.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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