Ideals In Reverse Poem by Hasan Haskovic

It takes everything I am
A being made of clay
To define failure and portrait
The emptiness of constant waiting
Not to debate about goals nor aspirations
But to be marked with short citations
In times dark upon your heart
Like the shriveled pump beating in my chest
And months since I promised
I'll lay this ghost to rest

'Did...did it ever change, old friend?
We're still friends, at least...right?
...I know it's not right
But not many things seem to be that way
At least not today
...Was it on purpose
Or did God or whoever want for me to sway
Away into a world of distrust
Of amassed decay?
No. I'd rather be alone'

Do not question my words
Nor the knocking of fate on my door
And do not overlook my virtues
Which my sea of faults washed ashore
And dissipated in the molten core
Of my innner sanctum, reserved for sin
We are not the same
So don't raise your chin
You never stood where I did
Under a tree in thunder
With skies torn asunder
And the whole wild world to walk alone

'...it never changed.
A conclusion after the delusion?
You can't fake truth, it's too pristine
Even with the lie cast it will gleam
Beneath your darkness...
Just a poor wretch, right?
No hard feelings?
It was okay while it lasted?
Not friends, not enemies
Just strangers with some memories? '

To fall apart
You have to be whole
Not stitching your factors
Into shreds
For it is ever present, above your heads
The fear of time past by
And days we have forgotten
Better than being dragged uphill
In days bad and nights worse
Your faded presence made a curse
And months since I promised
I'll make the nightmares disperse

Months since your promised
It'll forever stay the same
And so it does
In my blame, my eternal shame
You had the best of me
But if you love something, set it free
Not break it so everyone would see
What would be the end of you and me