Burning Truth
The sound of frogs and crickets crawled up my ear. I walked past the evergreen lake, moss swung from the trees. The smell of grass lingered through the breeze. My lies were big enough to fill the seven seas.
The truth, concealed by my many identies, my glass eyes saw thirteen of nineteen lie, in broad daylight.
The forest was filled with angry faces, my conscience filled with empty spaces.
The crowd chanting “witches” who were they to talk, they were nothing but a crowd of rag tag riches
On the wooden bridges, were the so called 19 witches.
Inches away from being hanged, I knew the truth
Who was I to speak, to reveal such a truthful matter.
