For what is it worth
When my life has no compass
When the heavy cloud feels weightless
To challenge me
When the moonlight seem to darken
My depression
When the clock ticks loud enough
Yet can't wake me up
For what is it worth
When the sky scares me
Every time I tried to climb higher
When the people circling on the pivot
Around me, have no clue
For what it is worth to let their heart beat faster
Every moment
To define their worth
For what is it worth
When I am always afraid to look straight into the sun's eye
When the air smells so much acidic
To suffocate my ideas
For what
I always ask myself
For what it is worth
When I can't give up the only
Bullet in my gun
To save someone I really love
For what it is worth
When I always can't get up
From my stumbling
When my toes feel numb
To walk me to my destination
When my selfish heart can't
Risk an iota to launch myself
As a resourceful person to draw
A new dimension in the world
That's the legacy I have long waited
For what it is worth When my pen is drained out of it ink
My hands so fragile and vulnerable
To let out a drop of it blood
For what it is worth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The worst part will be when your pen is drained of ink and no more poetry is forthcoming!