Into the alleys of pain
and into the spines of sadness.
I am standing voiceless,
motionless.
I don't know what it is,
this which deluges my mind.
Maybe it is guiltiness,
or just sadness.
Pictures are turning around me,
beautiful like life
and ungly like death.
They counfuse me, they unsettle me.
Spring scents,
and rottenness smells,
turn around me like hawks.
And they stun me.
Musical sounds,
like songs
and sounds like screams.
They scare me.
All these into the vacuum.
I watch, I smell, I hear,
alone.
Because, no other exists
An insightful depiction of self-centred illness - depression, a painful and lonely deplorable condition in which self is sapped and ultimately consumed. Lovely poem beautifully brought forth. Thanks for sharing Panos. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It shows that you have the ability to write very nice verses.Transfer it, yourself into greek and not leave me to do it, which I do with poems I like.