A witches brew
something cruel
better to do
do you believe?
distilled in a sieve
crystal clear
drink it down
like a frothy beer
throat in knots
are we to live?
what wasn’t caught
took my heart
last of humanity
thought I’d bought
hidden inside the wall
sanity
standing in the high school hall
anything out of love
the right thing to do
saddened gift above
something angrily
pissed people off
awakened in a sleeping loft
it’s all in the wrist
if not for feelings,
a convoluted twist
who would exist?
drink it up
don’t resist
getting what the gist
‘is’,
is
really
‘it’.
