The Witch – Written Tuesday 6th July 1999 (Aged 24)

The Witch

the witch broke my bridge
the wizard wrote my story
the relative was in my mind
and stealing my name
but identity is more than skin deep
it is earnt from journeys
that happened before you found your feet
the people all rose up together
they fought and fought
and now their history is lost forever
or until it rises again and we face it
the dragon died in chapter seven
i would read so much i would lose touch
still searching for my heaven
the witch lit the lamps,
that burned like fires in my room
and scared a child of only six
the witch came home in her rags
and her eyes with heavy with bags

James Garratt – Tuesday 6th July 1999

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