Are You Coming? Poem by Crystal Pierce

Are you coming to the tree?
They told me to when I was set free.
They said I could play here.
they told me to stay here.

I've been here for a while,
so company makes me smile.
They never explained why they left.
They just went and left.

Do you want to stay?
I have fun games to play.
Just come lay down near me,
and then we can be free.

Oh, you have seemed to have noticed my secret!
Oh can you keep it?
I am dead as you can tell.
But my time dead has been swell.

Those people put a bullet in my head
while I was laying in my bed.
They brought me here to this tree,
for my soul to be free.

Do you want to join me?
Do you want to hang around the tree?
Come stay.
There's a lot of games to play.

So are you coming?
Are you, are you coming?