Same, as it never was.

Forest Of Death
(This poem is based on truth)

     As the Sun rises to kiss the day
The darkness promises to stay
The people live a life mundane
Nothing inside to strengthen or sustain

A London fog forever lingers
In the hearts the chard’s of flinders
Their souls damaged and minds anguished
For so many lives have vanished

In every language the words are burning
And they repeat the same warning
The forest has a power of constraining
Known to be literally life draining

It’s worse than that of cyanide
It whispers to the ear and convinces suicide
Yet many for reasons unknown why
Disregard the signs and walk right on by

The mystery of the forest remains concealed
Theories vary, some say it’s a magnetic field
Some  say it’s the Devil and his evil way
Just another game he loves to play

They come from all around to see its wonder
As if it’s a spell that they’re under
Knowing they could take their last breath
If they enter the forest of death

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright 12/15/2020
All rights reserved
Note:—This is a real Forest
Located in Japan—Suicide forest
Aokigahara. —fascinating strange and true
Research—Japans Suicide forest

I will be picking up my pen,
and I will write once again.
For now I'm not sure when,
but please wait until then.

As I will write about flattery,
words that are just flowery.
Creating a verse that's happy,
not about the feeling of misery.

A poet that felt a joyous feeling,
an emotion I put into writing.
I found my muse that was missing,
after years of blindly searching.

Inspired by the apple of my eye,
I let out a satisfied sigh.
It's a warm feeling I can't deny,
and I will never ask why.

I feel like I have learnt nothing
Endless procrastination
Resulted in struggling to see past today
Resulted in repeating endlessly
Sometimes the small light inside fills me
I feel like a different person
Temporarily
I am trying hard to change