Artless Poem by Hasan Haskovic

Once there was color in the sky
In melody of the breeze
Symphonies unheard would resound
The horizon was more than a myth
More than just propaganda
More than just this

Back to when there was a basis
For trust and for belief
But that was way before
Faith was just a book
In resplendence of forgotten faces
Lies a long lost youth
And in the song of the trees
Lies a long lost truth

Where is the melody?
Where is the color?
Where is the truth?
Long lost, long lost
And what is left is
Just a field picked of flowers
Covered in grey, calloused grass
A world artless and void
Left to imprison lonely souls
Beneath skies of breaking glass

But there I live
And here I am
Seeking the melody
Touching the color
Living the truth
But I too will ebb away
Along with the inevitable
Along with lost youth
Beneath skies of breaking glass
I seek the flowers in the grey grass
I seek the truth

And I live the artless ending
No dispute