Satiety

Satiety - - - - - - - - With every passing breath Desiccated is my spirit and warmth Once feeding on Extolment and distinction Now totally contented With a few bites of food The more nourishment I crave The less I desire Neither gold nor silver Could lure me either Nor hunger nor thirst Could I care most Hearts once happy now pine Tongues once sweet now bitter even Am I outliving my life? That I look upon it with grief I loath hearts that pine I tire of all but swift oblivion I was spun by Clotho Carried on not knowing her motto Reached the point of rosiness Having faith in Lachesis and Atropos And ingesting a sop to Cerberus Lest I might fight the potential of menace Now wish to be carried on Upon the vehicle of Charon