I hear voices calling in the dark
I see nothing but peach  black 
I hear my lungs panting for  breath
I feel my body is  desperate for death 
 
But my heart is  wishing for life 
Hoping I could see my wife
As my body gushing out with blood from the knife 
As I lay on the floor fighting for life.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem