SLEEPER
I had a dream
.which I can”t remember
maybe
I forgot it
or maybe somebody
came to mr
whilsr I was sleeping
snuck up
close and
put a bullet
through my head
not a
dream I was
supposed to have
SLEEPER
SLEEPER
I had a dream
.which I can”t remember
maybe
I forgot it
or maybe somebody
came to mr
whilsr I was sleeping
snuck up
close and
put a bullet
through my head
not a
dream I was
supposed to have
poems 2 die for
This is a powerful and haunting piece. It captures that eerie, disorienting feeling of a forgotten dream and twists it into something much darker—a violation and an erased ending. The sparse, broken lines make it feel like a thought trying to form through a fog.
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