The Inverted dreamland
Where darkness is embraced as light
In the world of dreams, where reality is suspended
Night whispers become, a contradictory curse
As illusions weave their trickery, and time is transcended
A universe inverted, where souls can immerse
Embracing the darkness that's hidden behind the light.
The beauty of twilight as it begins to fade
There is a mystery behind the unknown within the night,
Where the forces of evil are on parade
A paradox most ominous and chilling
Where nothing is really as it seems
To some this inverted world is thrilling
Many love the land of endless nightmare dreams
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Cheryl E Preston
Cheryl is a widow who enjoys writing about current events, soap spoilers and baby boomer nostalgia. Tips are greatly appreciated.
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I like the use of dreams and nightmares to neatly contrast with reality, and this is written beautifully. “ Embracing the darkness that's hidden behind the light. The beauty of twilight as it begins to fade” is a great set of lines to anchor the middle, and some lovely imagery. Nicely done 👏
This world is where I live. Dreams, nightmares and fantasies. I love the journey of this poem. I became a part of the dream. Really enjoyed reading this poem Cheryl. Beautifully done.
A very nice poem indeed