Lena Filatova Poet Classicism

Heart of Stone

In the land of the cursed you will be the king of fools,
That is all that you deserve - outrage and stones will be your jewels.
And they laugh and spit on you,
But you smile and wave them still,
There is nothing I will do – 
A disgrace you make me feel!
That’s because my heart of stone will not tremble when you cry,
Has no pity, has no hope – 
It won’t brake the day you die.
But I know you feel the same,
There’s a rock you got inside – 
Feels no passion, feels no pain, - 
That heart of stone you will not hide.

In a black black day,
When God won’t be home,
He won’t hear you pray,
He will leave all alone,
There’s no mercy, only hate,
There’s no love for heart of stone.

Out of your stupid kingdom you have drive me away,
Thou I had a wisdom, I wouldn’t beg you to stay,
And I’m standing out of iron gates,
And the rain is falling down,
And I shouting out my rights to say,
But still look like an idiot clown.
Out of highest tower you’re looking down
With no sorrow in empty eyes,
You watch a slave that I’ve become – 
It makes you hypnotize…
Out of iron gates I’m standing all alone,
And I’m asking for you to help,
But I always forget that to heart of stone
There no such words to make it melt.

And this wicked life has made us fake and cruel,
But still never realize all those stupid actions we do.
I was standing and shouting right by your door,
By your house of fine grey brick,
But I knew, oh I knew that the feelings I show
Only going to make you sick.
But you’ve opened the door and you let me come in – 
Thou I thought you will do never,
And from now on our dead hearts of stone
Will be not beating together

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Anne-Lise Andresen December 13, 2011 at 12:59 PM Lovely poem,it is good. OXOX Anne-Lise

Michael Ellis December 10, 2011 at 2:18 PM It is apparent you write from personal experience. Your passion eeks out from each simile and metaphor. You pull the reader into the poem and they too have to feel the sting. You have achieved this with words that ironically are like rocks. I was hit by one and I can truly relate...It was a clever vehicle to break it down into four verses...

Carol Sunshine Brown December 8, 2011 at 1:04 PM Stopping back to read more of your excellent poetry today Elle. Please continue with your writing and share it with us. Don't forget to enter some of the member contests. Love, Carol