Made of stone

Made of stone

A Poem by Mad Hatter

In the land of the starless night

We were too frozen to feel the fright

We are not the land of the dead

We are made of stone

In the land where time will never bend

We were pleasured of being alone

But once the white rider came it is difficult to escape the tempting of the unknown

The closer he comes

The more melted I’ve become

This could be god’s final test

But I let myself go

And felt the stone melt from my flesh

My lord, could this be mine?

For once I saw a glimmer of a star that shined

Opened me up and let you touch my heart

With trust to the bottom pits of my soul

But my trust is as black as coal

You took the dagger

And cut out my heart to watch me bleed

Till there was nothing left of me

Drowning my will to ever fly

And broke my wings so I would never touch the sky

Regrets cannot be revisited

Only revised

I cannot torch this wounded heart

But I’ll bury it alive

Somewhere deep down at the bottom

It struggles to survive

But the deeper it gets

The easier it is to forget

You may try to dig your way out

But I’ll make everyone ignore your shout

And one day, my love, you will disintegrate

And I will find my heart again

Along with my strength

I believe it to be just around the bend

I won’t numb the pain

As long as I feel your deep cut

It shall keep my mind sane

No longer made of stone

I’ll enrich the pain till I am grown

 

© 2012 Mad Hatter


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Living with a heart of stone is not easy, sometimes it's better to throw caution to the wind and open your heart to others. You may get hurt again, but then again, maybe you will find love.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This started off sad but then became empowering. It showed great emotion and growth. Nice write.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Mad Hatter
Mad Hatter

Wonderland, Down the rabbit hole, Canada



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Hey! I'm 18 and i am perferably hoping to get into screenplay writing, or if not then become a writer. My Genre's usually are psychologicals, horrors, thrillers, or depressing poetry. But I do like .. more..

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