Witch Trial

Morning, folks. S’pose I can’t sleep; I’d say it’s the perfect time for a haunting melody to drive you mad. I can also say that I’ve not had an especially easy go of it these last couple of months, and I really appreciate everybody who lets me know how excited they are about my new poems. While things certainly will get better, for now I’m finding it somewhat difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I hope you all have a blessed holiday season and may we all find peace in our time. Without further ado…

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Witch Trial

Always turned away

with never a question answered,

until again I saw you

with no questions left to answer.

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Tepid rebuttals

become angry retorts,

and painful things of so many sorts.

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I looked again upon a forgotten vessel,

sweet image of hair so tussled;

I’d forgotten I had the muscle.

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Trials that do

simply pass

in untoward recess.

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Isolate, away, on the outside of a faraday cage:

Trapped by freedom’s vaunted embrace,

I simply could not look you in the face.

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Never the same,

and forever lame.

I thought to play an uncertain game.

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Buried now

in the iron maiden,

a lover’s quarrel,

beneath the soil.