Shouting interiorly, committing life to strenuous endeavors,
being pulled out of existence.
Nowhere finding any one to talk with, all have abandoned me
on wayward paths of life.
Strangulating every day, losing hopes preserved from one day
in the past.
No more living to be done now or in the future as I write my-
self an ending befitting a poet lost and abandoned by everyone
on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem