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