Achim Wollscheid

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

Sadness - Poem by Achim Wollscheid

I keep it in my pocket, so to speak,
this uncomprehensible sadness,
or rather sense of weakness and inability.
I don't want to get up,
don't want to sit down and write,
don't want to do anything
because I know I can't do things right.
I just call it sadness to keep it simple.

And you know, tears don't trickle down my face,
my eyes aren't becoming red and puffy,
but believe me, I am crying.
Something inside of me is asking for a tissue
to blow its horribly pink nose.
There is something inside of me begging for a hug,
but if you were to see me you wouldn't think so.
You'd just think I was bored.
I'd just say 'yeah, you're right'.


Comments about Sadness by Achim Wollscheid

  • (5/7/2011 8:46:00 PM)


    Nice poem. Very well conceived. Rich in imagery and style. Fine poetics. I rate it 10.
    Thanks for sharing.....
    Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Please use the search box by typing the name of the poem if the page doesn't open with the title of the poem.
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  • (5/7/2011 8:21:00 PM)


    A real 'Ouch! ' poem. There is nothing worse than being unappreciated!

    I should fooking know! lol


    smiling at you

    Tai
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 7, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 8, 2011


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