Life, With Verses Left Unwritten, Stands Tall Poem by Sergey Dobrenkov

The key turned in the lock—a familiar sound…
The door sighed… just as we once sighed
Over lines of old and bitter rhymes profound,
So, gift, oh gift this loneliness till dawn's light,
Love, with verses left unwritten, unbound…

Steps on the stairs like notes—a rise, then fall…
Words, doomed to the page, as if to the block, lie still!
I became the executioner of lines, killing all…
This pain, this bitterness… countless lines to fulfill—
Life, with verses left unwritten, stands tall.

Life, with verses left unwritten, stands tall…