The rain pours down and splashes up.
One car goes by, then two.
Deja vu. Once again my thought on you.
Last time an empty street
This time a crowded corner
I look up. Again. The light is bright.
Red. An instant in front of me and in my head.
Control slips, but I'd left long ago.
Sometimes lightning is far too slow.
I watch as the black tar approaches.
I see my head bounce back.
Nothing. No pain, no fear, no feeling.
I wish I could freeze that moment -
Sliding across the cool black tar.
I have no fear of death.
I know my destination.
Each new scar is nothing more than time.
Afterward is just one second closer to the next.
I live for one more moment close to death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem