Achim Wollscheid

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

Medicines - Poem by Achim Wollscheid

it's all ineffective, the medicines
they are worthless
four days without sleep
six years lacking dreams
head spinning wildly, mind's out of place
cannot think, cannot think
maybe the pillow is too hard or too soft
perhaps it's positioned wrong
the pill stopped flowing, it's clogged
there is choking and there is falling
clouding like the skies
are the eyes
flashing stoplight red
no medicines, don't take the medicines
stopping heartbeats, end up dead
just wanted to get to bed


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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 22, 2010


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