YOU ARE SURROUNDED

You are surrounded

by the July's smell

which sails through the public

gulfs of stagnation.

Stay awake.

You have make great efforts

in order to croses from one gallow

to another and reach the nought

flying of your opacity.

You come to choke me

in your substantial prayer

without nailing the ceiling

tacks on your shadow.

How can i have trst in you?

I FOLLOW the hard surfaces.

No forbearance or compromise

before the violation of trust

says its last word.

By Potis Katrakis

Πότης Κατράκης
Πεζογράφος-Ποιητής-Στιχουργός
Μέλος της "World Academy of Arts amd Culture"
Επίτιμος Διδάκτωρ Λογοτεχνίας
Επίτιμος Αντιπρόεδρος του Δικ. Συλλ.Πειραιά