So here I find myself
At the edge of sanity.
My limp, tortured soul
Is stripped of all vanity.
If I fight my way back,
Will courage back me up?
If I yield and free fall,
Will fear catch me up?
My mind digressed,
My will regressed,
My body oppressed,
And my heart depressed.
For here I find myself
At the edge of a knife.
Struggling with reason;
Looking for zest in life.
Isn't life the beginning of the end?
Isn't death the end of the beginning?
When does it begin?
When does it end?
Perhaps, life and death
Are but one and the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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