Littleness Of Tears Poem by Hasan Haskovic

I've been tracing skylines
Long before I knew of truth
To find measures for insignificance
Of the everlasting ruth
Of misery

Temper them to cold steel
The iron chains
Bound to your iron will
So you should never feel
Despair in your veins
A sensation meant to kill
Even the best of us

Lorn in misuse
Through the constant lack of meaning
And thoughts set loose
The power of mind, made demeaning
For it had given the argument of strength
Too much space for comfort

Set them neither into marble nor stone
The names of beings made of flesh and bone
Do not call out to them
Once you feel forgotten and alone

For they live on
In empty moments and days unspent
Times of agreement and consent
And spoken truths we can't circumvent
Do not mention the name of God
And never, never resent
What we left behind

Seen in the red, cloudy eyes
Turned blind by endless lies
And I can only surmise
Speculate their reasons for grief

Made true in subjectiveness
These falsehoods
And accepted in the heaviness
As hours spent in the woods
Seeking excuses for the slightness of mind

And one day I might find
An aspect worth keeping
But 'till then I won't waste my time
In pointless weeping
After those who had moved on
Just so I could be made strong
Just so they could prove me wrong
Something I already knew for so long