No Treason

A short poem about the Salem witch trials

I'm floating in my sea of red
Wondering why I'm not dead
A fire's stoking
Lungs are choking
I smell it from my dry wood bed

The ropes around my ankles strain
Movement causes me such pain
I'm trapped here
I feel such fear
I think I've about gone insane

I've tried to get them to see reason
They tied me up with no such treason
My flesh is burning
Stomachs turning
Welcome to witch hunting season