I feel the burn of the fire
The fog like smoke suffocates me
I can't see anything
I don't know where I am
My throat burns and my eyes are watery
I try to search for an exit
My only way out
But my hands go shaky and I feel weak
My soul is slipping away
I slide to the ground
I found it too late
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem