Witchs Or Illness 

 Here I stand alone, 

 

 I stare into the empty abyss that is the deepest of lakes, 

 

My heart pounds in my chest,

 

Like that of a bird's wings desporately slamming into a cage,

 

My throat was so dry, 

 

 

Here I stand frightened,

 

They stare  at me, 

 

Watching and waiting like hungry preditors, 

 

Waiting, just waiting for me to jump,

 

Waiting to throw the stone in behind me, 

 

 

Here I stand frozen,

 

Unable to move my legs two heavy bags of grain,

 

I hear the voice of the prist as far away as if from god, 

 

As if from god so far away in heaven, 


Here I stood once upon a time,

 

Before I took that leap of faith,

 

The last time I looked at my children, 

 

Before the cold water filled my dry mouth, 

 

 

Here I stand freed of persecution