Achim Wollscheid

Rookie (10/13/93 / Leipzig, Germany)

I Know There's A Place For Bad Days - Poem by Achim Wollscheid

Pulling hairs, I’ve grown patches on my head…
People talking so much trash.
Makes me just about lose it.

If only I had no purpose,
Just maybe I’d wreck myself
And bring the others down with me.

But I have a perfect place in mind
Where this rage in me is left behind.
Like a black hole, it’s sucked into nothingness.

In my mind I feell complete.
Too bad I cannot see beyond this sky
With my ever eager eyes.

It’s like a shield protecting a beautiful surprise.
I believe past the sky, it is the place I envision
Whenever times are getting harder.

Someone told me not to try to reach this place
With man made things.
I want to get there though, whatever it takes.

People crush me and step all over me
As if I were invisible to them.
To get away from this dread would make me sing.

Yes, I know there’s a place for bad days.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, March 26, 2010


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