It Was
It was a sleepA deep slumber he would like to dream of
It was like calm after a storm
A sense of security that was felt
It was to last half a day
But it was to remember the next twelve hours
It was acceptance after a complaint.
It was a dream
A work of imagination he would like to fantasize
It was like a roll of a never ending film
Capturing and recording every little action
It was a story puzzled in his mind
The best memory that would never be forgotten
It was an assurance after being doubtful.
It was a fantasy
A new world he would like to create
It was an escape from cruelty
A place with all the bright colors dancing
A haven with all the prettiest creatures sharing beauties
A humble seat beside the Greatest Man above
It was a freedom after a self-imprisonment.
It was waking up
Opening his sea-grey eyes he would like to close a minute more
It was like a nightmare in disguise
A dead photography he couldn't abandon
An asylum he couldn't leave
It was a lifetime trip to hell
But it was like a forever after a sickening death.
It was like a genuine truth
But it was just a posing lie
Most of all, it was like a taste of sweet perfection
But it was a real dinner of bitter reality.
Poetry by Jean Thomas
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Written on 2009-07-21 at 14:37
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