How it was.

Hopefully a subtle descriptive poem of a horrendous personal experience.

                                    How it was.                 19/07/2016

 

It was perfect.
It was real.
A promise.
A dream.

It was slow.

It was undetected.

A word.

A stare.

It was descending.

It was submission.

A belief.

A denial.

It was physical.

It was torment.

A movement.

A prison.

It was false.

It was relentless.

 A constant.

A trail

It was perfect.

It was false.

A promise.

A lie.

 

Author's Note

While writing the fifth verse, I could not decide between 'A constant' or 'A repetition'
Could not decide which sounded more suitable. I hope that story and imagery is as subtle as I intended it to be.
Let me know fellow writers :-)

Reviews

[Lorry]

I like how you capture the doubt, or even the duality of it being more than one thing at the same time, as all thoughts are, like the yeah, but what if's...It also reads like a now and then, how it was seen and felt before, during and after the events and how those subtle differences in angle change the entire perspective. Your last verse sums it up perfectly, it was all of the above.