Hernor De Asis Poet Rhyme

Satiate

It's a bottomless hollow.
No ending.
It is free falling.
A gravity in sorrow.

Ambrosia can't satisfy
the tyrant’s hunger
of expanding its lair;
Laws, his greatest adversary.

A man on the pedestal.
Alone but he has the world.
The emptiness there is; so is cold.
Discontentment is an autumnal petal.

Satiate, people pray!
Bless thy gifts,
Uttered by Judas's lips.
Like his kiss, a dirt; a clay.

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Beata Agustin December 13, 2024 at 11:16 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.