Ripping burning flesh
Oozing red blood, so fresh
Blade falls to the ground
Crimson pool starts to surround
Body beginning to grow weak
Wound's unyielding leak
Collapsing to the ground
In my blood, I might drown
Light beginning to dim
My chances, so slim
Loss of consciousness, complete
Silent peaceful sleep, so sweet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent poem and it really strikes a chord taking into consideration the recent plane crash in the Sinai peninsula. God rest their souls!