With the flames of hell burning so hot
I bathe in the warmth of his scorching fire,
Shower in the torch he breaths upon me
Praying for that day when I can live free.
I keep my head high upon the bright stars,
Counting days passing like sheep in the night,
Till my strength returns and my thoughts are pure,
From darkness surrounding somehow I adore.
Awaiting that day when his hold is released,
So happiness can run wild without intervene.
To conquer my dreams from beyond his desire
Free from this demon and his breath of fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful piece of literature.. From a good poet itself.. The_African_Son