Old Wonder Poem by Hasan Haskovic

The craving
Of the heart
Longing for trust
Moreover rectitude
Led me far from where I belong

Nothing worth saving
Not from the start
In spite of the lust
Suffocating solitude
I've never been so close to wrong

Learned to live
In a faraway wonderland
Where the truth never faded
Just and extravagant
Nothing to risk
To the random hand of fate, chance
Just an oath that my dreams
Would I hold with both hands

Defiled by the craving
Of the heart, an open wound
Anchored down the pain
In the sea of my hopelessness
So much suffering, all too soon

With folded, brittle arms
Threading through my shallow dreams
You came and brought me back
Back home, it seems?

Today I live
In a faraway asylum
Free from betrayal
All alone
Still I recall the song
Of the crickets in the grass
Each and every tone

Not free from the craving of the heart
I have nowhere left to go
Awaiting the end of days
A rock dismissed under the rivers flow

Hold me, hold me
So I don't drop into the dream below