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Hauniting of Trees

Hauniting of Trees

Surreal and solemn crown and bough,
Despair and sorrow incessantly flow.
Hidden amidst eerie depths,
Humans in pain in desperate lengths.

One with nature where others lie,
People in end to see angels fly.
Alone and sombre in sea of trees,
Such sadness imprisoned where no one sees.

What torment and anguish drove them?
What darkness and shadow bestowed them?
Sinister attraction regardless of pleas,
Drove to their end in haunting of trees.

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Simon Bromley

For those that do not know, this poem portrays the surreal sadness of the Japanese suicide forest where many people take their lives. Β 

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Simon Bromley

Thank you.Β  This was a bit of a riskyΒ  write for taboo subject.Β  A forest in Japan as gotten itself a very sinisterΒ  reputation.Β  A few year ago theyΒ  uncovered 170 something bodies.Β  Its veryΒ  sad and happensΒ  all the time.

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