Hasan Haskovic Poems

Never really sought answers
Never really gave them much consequence
Always tried to find something to blame
About how nothing ever seems to change
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Deities I never had
Blood soaked anchors I never held
Ruins of the divergence that drew me mad
Molded in the wrath of my execration
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Cold, broken hands
Which I used to craft my dreams
Withered, disfigured ideas
On which my world stands
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Somewhere at the bottom
Where I stood, long forgotten
In the shadow of this sepulcher
A monument to all things I could never do
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These letters I induct
Onto this blank, empty page
With a head full of disharmony
A heart full of rage
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Yesterday
Stays so distant
So far away
All the memories, so inconsistent
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Everything, everything
Seemed stoic
Reasonable at the time
Just five years old
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Pure
Pure emotions
Refined in the apex of my torment
Held me strictly in the light
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Oh God,
I think I have seen past fiction
Felt the cruelty of reality
And now, more than ever
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Somewhere far, far away
Where the sea crashes contempt on the land
Where the sun scorches the cast-away sand
My newest masterpiece lies without me
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