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Hasan Haskovic

(30.12.1997 / Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina)


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
Beyond the reach of my hand
Misplaced, not sanctified

Help me, darling
She still haunts the pages of everything
Still calls out to me
Your predecessor, my pain
My distress
A quake of the heart

Will you look away
As I drown in loveless rain?

Non fiction, this fairy tale
One of a wanderer with no home
A stray dog, left alone
Who found contempt in blue eyes
To forget the green ones, the countless lies
Myriads ways to loose

Digging holes for old ends
Something I've grown fond of
Watching how time never mends
Broken ties and bonds

Somewhere in a land distant
She stands, reminiscent
A siren on the shore
Not satisfied with the memories left behind
Longing for more
Inflicted with want
Not to bear the plague she had before

Nursed by my mothers blood
Raised by my fathers fist
Broken by my masterpiece

Are you too on the list
Of my tormentors?

I know I sound frustrated
But it's the shiver in my heart
The sweat on my forehead
That dictates this new start
But bears the chains of old ends

She still haunts the pages of everything
As I lay in my bed
Digging holes for old ends
And watch as my nightmares are fed
By the memories left behind

Come back, before time claims me
Be my remedy in this sickness
Radiance of the Sun in my darkness
Amnesia, cure for pristine promises

Been given more than I deserve
Everything I ever had
Fell out of place, with no reserve
Turned rotten, turned bad

All I ever had
All of my masterpieces
I held, I broke
I left in pieces

And they haunt the pages of everything
My masterpieces - my mistakes
But I'll have you
No matter what it takes

Together we'll sail this storm
Crashing mountains as the world shakes
In the ripple of tomorrow
An unsheathed knife that never breaks

She still haunts the pages of everything

Submitted: Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013

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