The Witch

Staring at the walls,
I am trapped.
My hands hold the bars,
White knuckles wrapped.
I am an animal in a cage.
An avalanche waiting
To rage down the mountain.
A volcano ready to erupt like a fountain.
Kicking and screaming as I lose the battle.
To rattle my cage,
Is to rattle my rage.
And I’m climbing the walls,
Shutting out the calls.
There’s a witch in my body,
She can’t take the prodding.
She doesn’t mean harm.
Usually so calm.
But the darkness brings the worst
And makes her heart burst.
She’s too tired to see clearly.
To tired to think freely.
So once in a blue moon.
Comes the witch on her broom.
Once in a blue moon.
Comes the witch on her broom.
Once in a blue moon.
Comes the witch on her broom.
Once in a blue moon.
Comes the witch on her broom.

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