Oozed!

The sap oozed from a gnarled tree

as though it was bleeding

on one of its low bowed branches

the rope swung slowly

deep inside the bleak suicide forest

another soul departed

each drawn to this isolated retreat

alone their end to meet!

 

Nobody could grasp their despair

this was to be journeys end

what had brought them from afar

to this haunted bleak arena

to purposely take their own lives

as if in a replayed ritual

the ghost hunters entered here

sensing all their souls near!

 

Into the forest all was silent and still

with piety had a mission to fulfill!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

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