It was real, But all this time, I thought it was a dream. I stood there, alone. All I saw was darkness. The scent of loneliness caused mayhem into my mind. My ears almost screamed when touched by the light blow of the wind. The voice of death was one of a kind. It's killing me so I stepped outside. I realized, It's a dream. (Now read from bottom to top)
I missed doing reversed poetry but I think this isn't a good one though