Whispers

There are whispers in a motion that comes from deep within

where choices stifle voices that circumsize their sin

there is betrayal of the self that bids its heart on shelf

and bides its owner bitter never smitten with itself.

There are lies and indisgressions that fail to teach their lessons

Where judgment passed its vapid verdent verdict over life’s untold concessions.

 

 

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