Snitch
This love swelling up within me
Brings me to an epiphany
Breaking the rules of gravity
I fly into he arms of Grace.
Crucifying the flesh, the witch called Selfish
Embracing the Amish I make a wish
To never abandon the rich
For which I am a snitch.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
