Aokigahara Sailor

poem by: Shane Fisher
Written on Sep 25, 2013

Running through a bladed forrest
All eyes passing shadow 
A carcass lies within the swamp
His lungs no longer hollow
A hand above the water
He reaches for life
Stinging his brain
Blinding his mind
The spirit reaches height
He recalls a nameless tale
And receives no reply
Waiting alone in darkness
Awaiting only to die

Like a raven to perch the day
The scarecrow had nothing to say
Tearing out his now straw head
"Ill feast until he's dead"

You know who you really are 
You've tasted the realm of reality
It's time to lift the chalice 
And drink from the well of honesty 
Look into your conscience
And break the walls of dissonance 
You know who you really are
Resistance 

Like a band of zombies to destroy the day
Take a change and turn their way
Only truth can heal the dead
"Have you listened to what I've said"

You know who you really are
You've tested your own mortality
It's time to lift your spirit
And think from the Halls of Amenti
Look into the distance
And break the fall of circumstance
You know who you really are
Persistence 

Like a coyote to release its prey
The foot of the rabbit won this round's melee 
Ignoring  voice recoiling  head
"I'll starve unless I'm fed"

You know who you really are
You've guided the helm of hostility
It's time to lift the anchor
And gather the bearings of misery
Look into the sea of trees
And break the cord of endlessness 
You know who you really are 
Relentless 

Like a preacher to kneel and pray
The Ranger began on his way
With a new found strength of a thousand men
He walked proudly through
The forrest once again

 

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Mingoao Ba commented:
Love the imagery, brilliantly written. I just love a brilliantly written poem, where one has to actually open one's eye, where the meaning of the poem is all there in the words, and expressions and undertones . . . and all one has to do, is "see" -Much Peace
Mingoao Ba commented:
Forgot to mention . . I also like how the imagery is tied to the Title of the Poem.

 

 

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