Oh, Conquest - Poem by Achim Wollscheid
Shedding tears has its different meanings,
Each one being more complex than the last.
At the pond rain trinkles with the water,
And sitting by it, I strongly wish for conquest.
It wasn't sadness that swept me here
To this spacious grassy plain,
But it was childhood regain.
The sunken memories are afloat once again.
Here's the beautiful land I use to paint,
Where my hues of green would never suffice;
Natural colors would always appear more radiant.
The sky that I drew could never be a suitable match.
And the weather is appropriate today,
The tassled winds add to the nostalgia I feel.
Fluctuant and somber, I remember me that way,
Like the clouds that, as a child, I thought were restless in their sleep.
Life had taken a bad turn after those years,
Presently things aren't getting better.
I grew a weak spot, and started tallying my fears
But, something here makes their burden lighter.
Tears...tears formed from lacrimal glands
Rapidly dive from my peering eyes
And I wipe them away with my hands,
But there's a constant flow; my tears grow and grow.
I let them continue to pour
Because it isn't sadness that makes them fall.
The pumping of my heart makes me sore...
I didn't know I could be so overwhelmed.
Hence I have found love,
Who'd have thought I'd find it here?
It is unlike any other love;
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