Mushroom Man
Incessant noise fills up the void
In darkness with no direction
No words discerned
With few concerns
To he who is still waiting
Ingesting all that drips and falls
For the void is unforgiving
Kindness withdrawals
Replaced with gall
And so remains unending
Copyright © Dd Boll | Year Posted 2023
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