I once asked a mushroom
The meaning of life
There was no answer
Just the wind and the trees
But looking above the ground
Then I could see
The corpse of a tree
The mushroom ate off
Slowly degrading
And feeding the mushroom
It was then I asked again
What was the meaning of life
To the small mushroom
Life was death
Feeding off decay
The remnants of life
YOU ARE READING
Decay of Thought
PoetryPoems by Syrilth (me) Random poems I have come up with There is no theme and only come out of random thoughts in my head And no specific type of poem Feedback is respected as I am an amature (Cover photo taken by me)
