War On Intimidation Poem by Hasan Haskovic

War On Intimidation

It concerns me
The fact that every life I had touched
Somewhat grew bitter and cold
Beneath fingers that never found their way
Never properly controlled
By the touch of demons in dismay
Crafted from feathers of failed attempts
To soar into the sky
Or at least reach for lands
No lie can modify
As pain remembers everything
One nightmare less

Still all I have are my restrictions
Dictated by the law of screams
Can't believe I'm still here
At exactly the same place
Still believing nothing I hear
The past always giving chase
To a pair of empty eyes
Slit into a misused case
A graveyard for lost causes
Never a future beyond
Just past clauses
Hold onto contempt
With drawbacks like this
Always one step ahead for my virtues?

Stagant has it grown
The incomplete silence
The disbelief in authority
Of my own heart
And my chest, the blackened throne
Where the void resides
Yet repetition means nothing
As long as I say doubt won't take me alive

Years, years on
I still struggle with the same demons
Retracing past steps in delusion
Running away from the blind confusion
That the soul is made of fire and stone
Thus meant to burn out on its own
Without conclusion

Embarking truth upon a gravestone
That I'll throw deep into the sea
A hidden testament to my heart alone
That makes the worst part of me
So much for the ocean
Pesimism is from the past
And being happy can never last
No sensible alternative to realism

Symptoms of grief breathing on my neck
Crunching stars into a new breed of remorse
A reminder to the things I lack
Not the scrapers dust I errected into the sky
To escape concern, knocking at my door
Selling my antagonism

Memories taught me everything I know
Consisted of only what I could see below
Mad feelings and mystic movements

Just for show

Saturday, March 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: pastoral
Hasan Haskovic

Hasan Haskovic

Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina
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