I am beyond the time dilation field,
life almost stopped because it ran so fast,
I do not fight and finally shall yield
the solitude, the least but not the last
of all misfortunes, sorrows and defeats,
unhappy love affairs and broken hopes,
of insecure and cowardly heartbeats,
crushed dreams and rigid suicidal ropes.
When mercy falls upon my tired soul,
and angels take me up toward the light,
let me ascend not fall back down to crawl,
I paid my dues - I've borne the night.
My words will outlive my evil times,
and may be in a better future life
will prove that even very simple rhymes
can cut the bleeding hearts like edge of knife.
Beyond the field
© Copyright: Давид Гнесин, 2026
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