Three Poems from Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal, Poetry

Luis lives in Southern California and works in Los Angeles. His latest book, Make the Water Laugh, was published by Rogue Wolf Press in 2021.His poetry has been published by Blue Collar Review, Crossroads, 1870, Kendra Steiner Editions, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow Mama Magazine.

I Go Searching 

Who wants to be described?

Who wants to be undisturbed?

I don’t have the faintest idea

what kind of creature I am.

I can be a snake in the grass.

I am the most improbable being.

I am the least familiar alien.

Who can place me anywhere?

I am standing falling down.

I have been left without a voice.

What nonsense could I say?

I have been left without a voice.

I am not like anyone you know

I am useless when not useful.

I sleep as much as I am awake.

I sleep through life most days.

I go searching in the forest

for the trees I dare not climb.

I go searching in the forest

for the trees I want to climb.

I find no trees that catch my eye.

All I search for ends up lost.

I confuse myself all the time.

I feel unborn when I see myself

in the mirror. Who am I, I say to

myself? Who am I, myself says

out loud every chance it gets?

I do not know what I am saying.

If I could remain silent, I would

devour all the words I have spoken.

Beneath Sleep 

I look for the place beneath sleep

before I come undone. For now I

am just dreaming of the things I 

cannot have. The endless days of 

sorrow is what keeps me down.

When will victory come? When 

will my soul find its peace? I am

looking for space just to breathe.

I feel the end of the road just

around the bend. A monstruos sun

will proclaim itself the victor

as it consumes and dissolves me.

Empty Feelings

He was just another brick 

off the wall, disappearing 

in a bottomless black hole

with a feeling of emptiness 

in his soul. I saw him smile

once and I believe he was

happy but that was long ago.

I saw him hide that smile

from all humanity. It is as if

he lost all trust in everyone.

One day they took him away.

He went through a lot in life.

The last time I saw him I saw

him cry. I felt sad for him.

He went away and all I could

remember is the time I saw

him smile. I saw him cry later

that day and laughing to himself.

He went into another world.

He walked toward the abyss 

where even the dawn disappears.

I thought of him one day when

I was feeling sad, but I snapped 

out of it. It made my heart sick.

Evenings bring on my sad thoughts.

I do not know why it is so.

Now and then I worry about

a feeling of emptiness in my soul.

I listen to the birds sing to relax.

Soon, everything is all right.

Sometimes I worry too much.