Unsatisfy

He walked through markets rich with gold,
Yet every jewel felt dim, felt cold.
The merchants bowed, the treasures shone,
But still he whispered, “Not my own.”

He built a hall of marble white,
Its pillars gleamed in endless light.
Yet echoes rang through hollow walls,
A hunger gnawed beneath the halls.

He drank the wine, he broke the bread,
But thirst and hunger grew instead.
Each banquet left him wanting more,
Each feast a wound, each gift a sore.

He sailed across the boundless seas,
To claim the lands, the skies, the trees.
Yet every shore, though vast, though wide,
Could never calm the storm inside.

Unsatisfy — his constant name,
A fire no riches could ever tame.
The more he gained, the less he kept,
The more he laughed, the more he wept.

And when at last his crown was worn,
Its weight was heavy, sharp with thorn.
For kingdoms fall, and thrones decay,
But hunger never fades away.