Too much hate. 
Too much pain.
Too much gone.
Too much remains.
Too much confusion, 
Bound to my feet.
I feel the rejection, 
Accepting defeat.
Help me get out 
from under the weight.
Or leave me to die, 
Receiving my fate.
I can't get out, 
Not on my own.
I need someone near, 
Don't leave me alone. 
I feel the end coming 
Nearer each day
I can't do a thing, except-
Pray.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice rhyme with a serious ending.