Witch Death
I was persecuted as a witch.
I was I died in a ditch.
I was hanged at the gallows.
My heart feeling shallow.
Convicted of something I did not do.
I wish it wasn't me but you.
Staring at Death.
I ran out of breath.
I wish you all can feel and see.
This horrible pain inside of me.
My heart beating fast.
I breath in my last.
My mind filled with dread.
For I was finally dead.
By: Michealla Denham
