The Suicide Forest in JapanHung on the highest branch, and he
Seems to be staring straight at me.
How pitiful, how dour indeed!
Even in death bowing his head to invisible authorities.
Oh, itís such an abhorring scene!
Still one in a million sadly.
They hang like lanterns in these woods:
Suicide forest they call it. And the only place that I can think.
Sick, isnít it? Oh yes, But theyíre sicker.
Each once a member of humanity.
A dime a dozen them displaced figures:
A victim of some trivial tragedy.
For round here, itís a severe crime to fail,
And every one of them is a failure.
A sick unspoken rule I know so well.
Off course, with no choice they chose to bail or
Worse; With last rites all carved into tree trunks
To testify that once upon a time
They had a life, one last gasp before dunked
Deep inside, like frogs in formaldehyde.
And if youíre wondering, thatís why Iím here:
Looking at themís an exercise to care.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2017-11-16 at 20:50
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