NOTE: So, as you read in the summary, this is an all-Rorschach collection of poems from his point of view. I am going through the alphabet so there will be 26 chapters. Please enjoy :)
Agriculture
We
Are
Nothing
But
Food for thought.
We grow
Bear fruit
Shed leaves of philosophy for future sprouts
But our time is short
And our lives meaningless.
We exist
Only to serve as fertilizer
For future generations
A feast for worms
In deep, unhallowed ground.
We are shorn
Broken down
Burned
Eaten.
The clouds shed careful tears for our toils
Yet the sun blazes and
Curls
Our
Veins
Until we are
Nothing
In a world of
Nothing.
We are grown
Just to be
Cut
Down.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ah...please review...suppose that's it.