3 in 1

Three poems in 1 hour
My abdomen felt sour
I guess this is a foul
For it makes me haul

Pulls me to rest
But I have to be in my best
So ignore the pest
And feel blessed

This is the time of realization
Be at my conversation
Give me explanation
Because this is my salvation

This is just a try
But will end till you die
This makes me fly
And sucks my soul dry