Fighting is all knew
Since the first day of my life
No matter where i go
My strength is never enough
To face the upcoming issues
But i can no longer struggle much
Because my time in rush
To slip away from my running life
In such a world we live in
The more you fight
The better you're becoming
And the safer you live
Alwyas struggling and preparing
For the worse to come and happen
That i start to forget about
The sweetness of gladness
And the smoothness of peace
I'm afraid that i must admit
My power isn't same as before
My weakness is bringing me down more
Niether my mind and body nor
My soul are in state to follow
Porsuive and continue the fighting
All the sparks i once had are gone
All my burning flames are down
Time sucked all hope from my veins
Life has taken all my doing
It's time to rest indeed
Although there is no need
To anticipate an early rest
But i do believe that my chest
Has had enough of pressure
And now i must close the fissure
That i have made in my heart
Night is falling i have to go
But my dreams are still living
And none will ever know
What i whispered in my last night
Of my very memorable fight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, no weakness when your soul is full of hope; -)