memory is a witch, look I am under its spell
a horror of an itch, can’t you tell
words whispering in the mind
like cobwebs of a spider
I feel them like static
and they crawl down my spine

memory is a witch, can you feel its incantations
one memory attacks so subtle, oh frustration
it gives birth to more

memory is a witch and her gifts
can bring pain or laughter
sometimes you feel rich and sometimes a lamb for the slaughter

and I remember you and sometimes it hurts
and I remember you and sometimes it is beautiful
memory is a witch and I am always its bitch

(c) 2019 Allen Wolfie Simpson