The Last Bliss Of Mine Poem by Yaroslav Shtets

Thirdly, it was a frenzied glimpse of thought that filled the mind;
Invaded swiftly when I needed it the most whilst being on the edge of my stability, completely devastated, with a bleeding heart and soul, because of self-stupidity;
I had that time when the only thing I wished sincerely - to finish the existence of mine was;

But the ending was delayed by self-desire to feel alive again with blooming sparks called - people;

It was not at once I had to fight for that - a smile on your face.
At last, I saw it, even more - the heart of mine was rekindled by burning beams of the joyfulness of others,
That was lighted by my ego, which was wrecked by sparks that burned it far ago.

I was selfless all the time because I couldn't do the other way;
I was scared - to walk with my heart wide-opened, and I did it with no long regret as the bliss was all mine;
But ultimately, a week's postponement came by and the only things left were infinity and I.