Whisper’s Story


Whispers breeze past 

infantile ears,

unheard continually, 

yet broadcasted 28 years.

Cradled by references, 

to manifest a host.

As tender amateur eyes became mesmerized, 

by railroading ghosts.

Transparency, triggered the antagonizers’ glory, 

as her evilness, changed the route

to the whispered story.

Brainwashed and programmed,  

by a selfish lesson’s repeat, 

convinced passions of lost love, 

for renewed interest of defeat.

Cloudy are judgments, 

revisited by takeovers past, ending natures to ones’ perfect picture, 

set by authority’s contrast.

Edited content succumbs 

to drastic measures, 

of an appearance of abstinence, regarding a yielding treasure.

Thought out scheme, 

a well orchestrated plan, 

cushion guilty words, 

before taking questioned stands.

Reverse psychology, 

probed a young mind, 

summoning resistance of the heart, denying its whispered bind.

Past traps set, mind controlled by haze, centered in the heart to destroy whispers, 

directed toward the heart’s, cage.

Happenstance repeats, 

by a fossil old and boring. 

As promised love is forever, 

catering to its normalcy.

In time additional entries are added to your chapter’s glory.

Let my tongue be the TRUTH, 

that enhances, your broken fabled story.

Poetry By Tamara L Dorsey-Moore

Copyright(c) 2016 Reserved purposes intended for Tamara L Dorsey-Moore

Thinker on the Loose 

Dedicated to my 1st born ♡