it fills but in emptiness
sweets and hungers of the world
they fill but do not satisfy
They satiate but do not nourish
only an emptiness
creating greater hunger
Tag: gluttony
Gluttony poem
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gluttony is my sin
at least it has been for a while.
We talk of all the others, but not
That one. Why
is that?
Gluttony rears
I feel the rumble in my stomach.
Gluttony rears its head,
cake, and sweets, and frosted-mountains,
a stomach distended,
loose skin that will not leave
a body expecting fat.
prayer helps, but a miracle is needed.
I beseech my Maker.
I know He wants His temple,
my body,
to be its best.
Martin Write 