Author's Note: I have a fascination with Japanese mythology, particularly the macabre. One of the most fascinating sites is the Aokigahara, or "Suicide Forest" as ii is well known by. This poem touches on the variety of topics related to the forest, the modern perspective and ancient. Thanks for stopping by!

Kanashimi no Mori

Swinging legs and swinging trees,

Through whispering wind;

Whispering faces.

Placid,

White,

In blackness beckons.

The void.

Devoid,

Inside us cries,

Tries.

Too late for those that came before –

The old,

The weak,

Decayed.

Dismayed.

And yet, they stayed.

Beyond the path untrod,

Besot with longing,

A calling,

From within,

Without?

Of hidden beasts

In caverns deep, in caverns sleep,

In frozen heart it creeps.

Wrapping every tree,

Gnarled of root,

Streaks of red,

Blue,

And green.

All seen, all obscene.

Scattered time,

A crime.

Pass beyond the mortal space,

A place,

To rest.

Forgot.

For naught?