Woebegone Poem by Achim Wollscheid

It is unsettling…I am hindered this time
Everything in my head follows a system
It caves and blocks flow like a load of pressure dropped

I cannot write like this, it troubles me
With this wrinkled paper and bleeding pen
With my head all caved in

Usually I get inspiration from the world around
This night I feel let down
The Heavens use to make me smile

Now some sadness is all I inhale
Lately I have not moved from this blue state that hangs
I know there is not reason to sleep all day

But I still do to lose sight of life this way
Never did I ask to find myself in this heap of distress
Slowing with every hour and crying with every care

No one ever asks to be here
Maybe the wind sweeps this woe away with a bit of time
And the Lord wipes these tears away that I cry

It is usually at this time that I write the most
To let crowding thoughts escape from my weary minde
But it is unsettling…I am hindered this time