Subconciousmind Poem by me poet yeps poet

Subconciousmind

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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

Thursday, September 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,mind,poetic expression,psychological,sleep
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
humourism
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Deluke Muwanigwa 24 September 2020

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

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Savita Tyagi 24 September 2020

Fragments of a dream and fragments of words so well matched for the dream theme. Great expressions.

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Varsha M 24 September 2020

Okay in dream you won and still bleeding. Go and get first aid first. Then celebrate.

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