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Our world locked in this dream

1. Surrounded by the virus. 2. The abyss of the monster. – Black Canvas by C.E. Pereira.

Bogeymen filled nightmares.
Dragons spewing flames.
Monsters in the closets.
Fear, the spice of dreams.

Run, run! Escape is futile!
My lungs are bursting.
This cannot be happening.
I wake up, heart pounding.

We are all locked in a dream.
But not the same nightmare.
The dreamscape changes.
Yet, each day the dream continues.

It is one dream; many nightmares.
Nightmares we try to awake from.
Where death claims, fear traps.
Trapped! Where is the cure?

Our world locked in this dream.
Humanity living in nightmare.
There is no place that is safe.
Except home, safe indoors.

By C.E. Pereira


I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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