Achim Wollscheid

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

Life's Objective - Poem by Achim Wollscheid

the world's as shrunken and hopeless a place
as a space in eternal punishment, like hell.
we move like shapeless blobs,
like ghosts twist languidly.
we sit ourselves in misery's seat...
yeh, to drink from empty bottles and eat from airs of smoke,
is it the life that I truly want? is a game that we play,
and the simple objective is to lose.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, April 19, 2010

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