My heart of stone and ice...

autor:: Miroslav Kizák

rubrika:: poezia

My heart of stone and ice…

My heart of stone and ice,
Suffering, bleeding, dying slowly,
Knowing there’s no chance left for me,
Frozen by your cold words,
(and) each time worse and worse,
but unwilling to give up,
even if the rocks are falling on my head,
even if the world is about to end.

My heart of stone and ice,
Once feeling, living, filled with love,
Now turned into stone so cold,
But capable to defend, it’s very bold,
Knowing there’s nothing I can to you owe,
Awaiting the next from uncountable fights.

My heart fought for a long time to survive,
Finally free, it cost many effort and pain,
Arose like flowers after rain,
From the ashes of oblivion, from forgotten lands,
Control returned triumphantly into my hands,
Fire of life is burning again,
Hating, ugly, numb, it won’t not be like that anymore,
Like in this world is nothing as same as before

napísanísané:: 12.10.2005

prečítalo:: 1211 ludí