Feelings Poem by Panos Ambelas

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