Hasan Haskovic

(30.12.1997 / Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina)

Nobody


These letters I induct
Onto this blank, empty page
With a head full of disharmony
A heart full of rage

These thoughts I work with
In my clouded, impaired brain
As I scribble my soul onto a sheet
Imprint every letter with horrible pain

Nobody knows
What it's like to be crushed
Beneath disdain
Nobody understands
What it's like
To breathe smoke
To never choke
On your own lies

I see everything
I see that nobody, nobody understands

In the brackets in between
In the transiency of my gleam
I admit to be misplaced
A heavy, sinking ship
With me as a monument
To its sinking disgrace

Nobody can see
Through these black, clouded eyes
Nobody can hear
Past my loud, misplaced cries
And nobody, nobody understands
That I realize
My falsehood
The bane of misplaced verses


I have no family
I have no friends
I swear
Nobody, nobody understands

I'm tired
I'm out of place
All I want to do
Is live in better days

Submitted: Saturday, June 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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  • Lorraine Colon (6/22/2013 4:30:00 PM)

    A lot of emotion, expressed so well. So many long for better days. Our hope keeps us going. (Report) Reply

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