I.
Is today a good day to die?
I ask myself when I wake up this morning.
Is this how you feel when you're high?
You find yourself on the ledge standing.
II.
It feels so great to be at the top,
To see the whole world with your eyes;
I take in the scenery, and I never stop
Until I can no longer find anything nice.
III.
I can see people everywhere-
Hundreds of different faces blurring,
Oblivious to the fact that I am here,
On the highest and most beautiful building.
IV.
Before my guts scatter on the ground,
My final memory will be of the sun;
Before I leap and hear no sound,
I will see the clouds, then I will be gone.
V.
I let go of my hands gripping the rail.
I feel like a feather floating in the air:
Weightless, peaceful; I did not wail,
For I'm finally released from the life I could no longer bear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sad and hunting.. yet, life and death are but one and the same thing.. greetings from Italy, Ishtar