Subconciousmind Poem by me poet yeps poet
Subconciousmind
I came
I conquered
AND
I saw
then all came running after me
with their sharp saw
oh what a
BORE
then each one
a part of me
sawed
When the last scoundrel
banged me so hard
I bled
was wet
he fled
my dream
succumbed
I won
wasn't dead
here I am
see me
bloody
red
Fragments of a dream and fragments of words so well matched for the dream theme. Great expressions.
Okay in dream you won and still bleeding. Go and get first aid first. Then celebrate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/26/2025 5:07:06 AM # 1.0.0
Beautiful poem and this not because yoi are my scoundrel friend but because...well..its a beautiful poem. Nice short phrases and boom to the point