Pain strikes through,
like lightning on a dry tree,
igniting my nerve endings,
like a bonfire of intense feeling,
my eyes cringing like crinkling leaves,
my fists balled like charred back,
and finally my knees crumple,
like a tree falling to the charred ground,
as the forest burns around it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem