Nothing Satiates Me No One

nothing
satiates me no one

i was born
with an emptiness in my
mouth

no one fills it
nothing

i may have
confessed love like

the way i cling to life
but there is no meaning

there as nothing
satiates me no one

i was born with the
perfection of

having nothing and
i shall die with

nothing too and that
is all the truth i

have till
the end of this journey

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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