Achim Wollscheid

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

Strangled And Stranded - Poem by Achim Wollscheid

What, the beast?
I cannot see
how wide, how ample and steep.
Throughout the earth,
I sense its there
in me and in all my being.
Far out of reach,
cannot be hacked
cannot be chipped away,
but it picks its way at me.

When it saws through my brains -
It will I believe -
Who then shall save,
who then cover over me?
Hopes and dreams
some day may I achieve?
Oh no no, surely it'll erase the last hopes of me.

Futureless I am without them
as the man held by a noose,
whose eyes focus on his own dangling feet
and the vast openness beneath.
No point in looking forward,
that does not bring peace,
when strangled and stranded
one's been by the beast.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, June 20, 2011


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