Doesn’t it remind you something,
Something glowing, something sparkling,
Something rising to the throat,
Something dangerous was brought.
Down into the darkest soul,
With the eyes as black as coal,
Cold as metal, hard as stone,
Fear is growing in your moan.
No exit through the closed door,
No hope upon the slipping floor.
Chains that bind and cut the skin,
Ropes that never loosen spin.
Bitten, broken, scratched, and pecked,
Fried, boiled, shattered, torn, and wrecked.
Path through endless fields of thorns,
Flesh is cut down to the bones.
With no light, without hope,
Sliding down the soapy slope,
To the edge of melting ice,
No help, no friends, no pride.
No voice remains to shout a word,
Barehanded against a sword.
Lasting long from dusk till dawn,
Pushed back, yet forced to carry on.
Pain endured, the hardest path,
From the heart arises wrath.
Endure it all — you still survive!
Stand again. Continue fight!
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ТИП: Поезія
СТИЛЬОВІ ЖАНРИ: Драматичний
ВИД ТВОРУ: Вірш
ТЕМАТИКА: Філософська лірика
дата надходження: 31.01.2026 21:05:29
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автор: Примружений Одесит
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