Your internal rage
a fire so hot, you are burned by a thought 
a passion so wild 
the fire grows hotter, a thought grows near 
a fear of life 
an eternal blaze that never fades 
not of death 
growing stronger with each day 
you wish to die 
out of control this flame goes 
this thought you cannot hide 
looking for fuel it consumes us 
take the dagger 
a little less bright 
Fulfill your wish 
let the flame guide you this night.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
this one is really superb, who has that fire can get the feeling....creative fire burns us and give birth to poetry