Tangled in my sheets,
Curled up in a ball,
Willing it away,
Praying it will stop.
But it does not stop.
It never does,
Never will.
The screams, the shrieks,
Only I hear them.
The fire and flames,
Only I see them.
Am I crazy?
Or are they oblivious?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem