Let death come for me
I wait beneath the Elder tree.
By the churchyard circles fog thick.
You will not find me 'neath the Elder tree.
I have gone where other men go,
Both now and long ago.
I am on another shore
In the far off blue.
I didn't hurt but for a minute,
Free at last of cruel life.
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This is a short poem I wrote while I was suicidal. It uses the classic symbol of Elder to give you the foreboding sense of imminent death.
I decide to share these in case other people enjoy them. Feel free to share, but make sure credit comes to me.
