Poezja

When shattered our love
brought my world to pieces
from the fifteenth flour I looked to the sky above
saw below how the size of things with height decreases,
 
saw my wife embrace her lover,
thought of getting all things over
 
and my broken life and my fallen pride
rushed through my head,
with thoughts of suicide
and being dead
 
but somehow these thoughts were mad,
I did not think that she was really worth it
and although I was shattered and sad,
I walked away from the precipice bit by bit.