Melancholy Poem by Hasan Haskovic

Pretenses of my past
Yesterday a lie, today a truth
Myriad dreams that could never last
Still ate away the fragment of my youth
Semi-detached from all that is mine
Forced to close my void eyes
Listen to the whispers in the trees
And feel the ruptures in the lead skies
As I put my hands together
Praising the hopeless memories
Sinking into this lonely corner
A portrait of my emotion
Nothing surreal in my gaze
Just a heart too mundane
Just eyes which saw too many dreams raised
Just to fall into melancholy
Never praised


It's no secret that there isn't anything holy
Within the grasp of melancholy
Maybe just an electic dream
Which hasn't chosen me