It begins small like a burning ember,
what starts it you cannot remember.
The more you feed it the brighter it glows.
Feel it... as the fire grows.
Flicking and blistering from the inside out.
The damage created begins to mount.
Scarring and burning it stalls to a fester.
Putting your soul into sequester.
Churning, it thrashes assuming control,
until you decide... to just let it go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. Good imagery of the burning you feel within., I like this one a lot. short but exactly the right length for the prose. Well done.