A wounds dream

A wounds dream

Prideful, that is not me,

I leave it on my sleeve,

let the wounds bleed,

let them expand not recede,

watch the blood and dream,

watch it form a widened stream,

let the blood fall from the scene,

this being a normal thing seen.

Something that is now routine,

the experience feels serene.

Prideful, an ego's way to self demean,

the way the outside, your ego is seen.

Watching as the wounds expand and bleed,

I am differently engaged I concede,

watching an expanding stream,

lost in a wounds dream.