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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Hidden!

Not a believer sat enthralled listening to the woman

whom had paid thirty pound

to see what the future could possibly be for her

declaring she was a medium

claiming to get messages from spirits of the dead

as yet hard to believe what she said!

 

Skeptically minded listened to the information told

nothing of substance spoken

until details only she could have known emerged

a sense of wonder filled her mind

indicating a stance performed in front of mum

words spoken made her numb!

 

Hidden moments only she had saved into a memory

with doubts of an afterlife

faltering in that long believed certainty it did not exist

either she was a mind reader

or messages were really from those of the departed

to us a realm still uncharted!

 

Leaving wanting to accept spirits were fact and existed

but somehow this hope resisted

to many in society they know for certain that’s its true

but equally millions do not hold this view

that angels and demons battle for our immortal souls

or reincarnate coming back taking on new roles!

 

There is so much still in the category of the unknown

she left more confused and fearful

shaken by what the fortune-teller knew of her life

that nobody could have found out

yet comforted that death maybe only an illusion

but had still not been proven!

 

Could the departed haunt us from another plain

still really sounded insane!

 

For any answers would have to wait for her end date!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

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