Achim Wollscheid

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

New Sea - Poem by Achim Wollscheid

The strain does not distinguish the new sea from the old
As I gather my view, as I breathe in my fill
Of salt water and nature’s musty perfume.
Masterfully, flocks of seagulls flaunt the skies;
Their empty bodies do not conceive
The message in their carefree eyes.

Presently, life is somehow wonderful,
To cover the idea that life seems too sad.
Oddly enough, everyone around me is smiling,
And I too blend with this cheerful crowd
Though I suffer with a restless mind that’s raging mad.

How the light dims and the world darkens;
The seas erupt in passion
Each time I close my eyes.
Here I escape drowning in my aggressive thoughts,
Out in this open, across from the peaceful sea.

Today the effect falls on me differently, I know,
But I don’t exactly know how.
My mood here, it fluctuates, from high
To sudden low.
It wasn’t like this initially
When I sat on the mass of cragged rocks;
Happiness always followed after
The sadness had stopped.

And now the seas of mine, the stormy and the calm,
Combine to look as one.
Blue skies change to red skies and I watch the setting sun.
Everyone scatters suddenly, the day begins to fold.
I leave this place to only find the new sea looks like the old.
The seas both hearken and my distance only lengthens,
My fuse only shortens, my pressures only tighten
As I strain my pair of eyes and look for the divider.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 30, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 1, 2010


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