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.
Copyright © Hernor De Asis | Year Posted 2020
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