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Aokigahara
by Jared OrlandoMy legs brought me
to the mouth of the forest,
its floor still seeping wet
with waking dew
and the bright birds in the
ceiling of the trees
begged me to turn around
by flapping about, electrifying
the thick hemlock branches.
I shook my head
as if it was
submerged in water
and my right eye
welled up
and dripped into my mouth.
The air separated
when I whispered
I was sorry.
I always knew
it would end in a jungle.
Even when I was younger
it ate me whole,
starting with my abdomen
and eating its way through
until a circular path
was made
and the hole stayed
and became
my dark passenger.
I tied my last knot
as if I was freeing it
from my throat
and I felt the spirits
tugging me down
which only helped
as I heaved into
a hole in the sky
and released
the ghost. 10/27/2015 Posted on 10/27/2015
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 10/28/15 at 02:57 PM I have been to this place many a time...you have made me embrace this again. Such beauty holds such darkness, silence, and light, sound. thanks for this. |
| Posted by Paul Lastovica on 10/31/15 at 09:25 PM You're not truly alive until you've considered death's offering; it's a thought that crosses every mind, I believe; whether or not one admits it is another question. I like this piece, and I too find a strange beauty about the place, judging by what pics I can find. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/02/15 at 02:50 AM Amazing imagery in this one. |
| Posted by Felicia Aguilar on 11/10/15 at 10:13 PM Oh, the last stanza tore me apart. Such vivid imagery I could imagine myself there. Beautiful and going in my favorites. |
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