Suicide Forest Poem by Aaron S Holt Holt

Hanging in the forest there are ghosts.
They wander aimless in the fade.
While their bodies lay in decay, engrossed.

Hanging in the forest there are ghosts.
They think upon the mess they made.
Regretting their troubles harsh riposte.

Hanging in the forest there are ghosts
They ponder of how long they've stayed.
Wishing they had obeyed old oaths.

Hanging in the forest there are ghosts.
They lose their thoughts to the shade.
Wallowing in their yearn for posts.

Memories of life are gone for most.
Their decisions have all been weighed.
A penance has been paid in impost.
Hanging in the forest there are ghosts.