Habit

This poem can be interpreted any way the reader wants.

Snake slithers with an unborn innocence
Unintentionally menacing
Drunk on a soft symphony
Razors pierce the sins
When questions are deflected
Not a word is spoken
But glares unbroken
Even when its body wraps around the neck
Hissing whispers to control your emotions
Look out the window of a newly found prison

Reviews

[Tony]

Your right, it can be interpreted many ways. I love the last line.