Whisper’s Story


Whispers breeze pass infantile ears,

unheard continually, broadcasted 29 years.

Cradled by reference, to manifest a host.

Tender eyes blinded by railroading ghost.

Transparency, triggering the antagonizers’ glory,  

as the guilty changed dynamics of a whispered story.

Brainwashed, programmed to lessons repeat, lost love’s passion renews interest of defeat.

Cloudy are judgments revisited by evil’s past, stopping perfectness of one’s picture, by authority’s contrast.

Edited content through drastic measures, as appearance is abstinent to guilty pleasures.

Well, thought out weightless words, penetrate a closed mind, 

summoning the heart to follow, expelling its whispered bind.

Past traps set, mind controlled by haze, 

centered in the heart to destroy , whispers to the cage.

Happenstance repeats,  

by fossils old and boring. 

As the lost link steadily, offers love’s guidance, to additional chapters, 

of a broken story.

Poetry By Tamara L Dorsey-Moore

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

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