Achim Wollscheid

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

Retrospect - Poem by Achim Wollscheid

there's the smell of rotten peaches seeping through
every window that i slowly pass by
the scent of limes in the office, fresh oranges in the halls,
and salty beach water in the boy's bathroom stalls
it brings me back to a memory that I am so fond
those years i'd fall into abysmal sleep
as the teacher in the classroom would audibly speak
she'd scream and yell, but i couldn't tell
my eyes were pinned; dreams spinned within my head
at the sportsfield i'd goof all day
with Matthieu Lambert and David Chalmers
the guys that ignore my calls up to today
and the bleachers are fading and the paint is peeling
but i see the spot where i use to sit
as if the paint never peeled, and the colors never faded away
yeh, everything is here like it were 2009 again

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 20, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, March 26, 2010

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