Misfigured Poem by Hasan Haskovic

Once afraid the world
Would have no room for grandeur such as mine
Plans have been made, but quickly to rest laid
My ambition withered away with the passing of time

I looked up to those closest to my heart
Even though they and I
Are worlds apart
Divided by a darkness inside
Cinders and ashes of a fire that once burned with pride
This time it's not about who to blame
I just want to know from where the dissolution came

I was to shape the future in my hands
To dictate the rising sea as it'd bow to my demand
Now I throw pebbles into puddles
Leaving no footsteps on the sand
Unmentioned

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Father's firm grip, mother's warm gaze
Never guided me down the right path
Never convinced me it's just a phase
I'm not proud of what I turned out to be
Neither friends nor family are the remedy
No fingers pointed, only crossed
At this moment fading hope is all I got

Eyes void of compassion
Heart laced with regret
Being kind and caring is of old fashion
Better of left unmentioned

My tombstone shall be empty and cold
To reminiscence a tale untold
Crafted firmly by a caring hand
Observed by a warm smile
Yet neither came to understand
The cruelty of the pain and life demand

Alone I stand