Catch the next flight

At the end just the pain remains my body's single friend,

failures' glad rest, falls of success give no second chance,

joy and sadness are in my handbag, already packed,

desires' burden is left, just me, freshly-washed and bared;

no one waited me to come, nobody waves when I start,

decades of lonely fight changed my soul, strengthened my mind,

diamonds grew inside my heart, brilliantly tough and sharp,

a survivor's invaluable experiences arise

and paralyze my solitary life, paradox trend,

at the end, the unbearably glorious denouement

excommunicates my flesh, sublime, holy madness,

wrapped by the squanderer wisdom's miserable existence;

that was all, maybe it's time for me to go, my friend,

to whip my duds off and catch the next flight, at the end.