Amber Bradshaw Poet Blank verse

Put Me To Death

Put me to death under an old sycamore tree,

Lay me to rest so wild and free,

I’m looking down on a place I once knew,

Put me to death I’m ready to go,

The world is cold and haughty I swear,

Don’t cry for me though I am gone I am never that far away,

Put me to death this is what you’ve always wanted,

Let me go in peace for I’m no longer loved,

If I’m battered and bruised it won’t make a difference for I have been put to death 
for reasons I don’t understand,

Put me to death under my old sycamore tree,

Put me too death and leave me be.

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