Poems by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

A Moment of Rest

I feel for those
who do not get
a moment of
rest. I have been
in that place so
often I do
not know if rest
will only come
when I am dead.
Those you love who
do not love you
back will put you
deep in your grave
while they keep up
their bad habits.


I take refuge in the falling rain.
It falls only for me.
The raindrops fall on my head.
I find comfort in rainfall.

In the absence of rain, I take joy
in solitude.  I walk
softly and quietly like the dead.
I find comfort in anonymity.

I rely on luck and decent health to 
keep me carrying on.
I hope to remain standing.
I can’t stand for falling.

I find power in the word or words
that save me from a life
I do not intend to live.
I go back to the rain.

Do You Really Want to Talk to Me?

Before we get to conversing
and you begin sermonising
you need to know that I have
died for your sins and that
I am followed by the sun.

That means the sun is always
the shadow behind my back.
Do not look into my eyes
because I have the devil in
my eyes and I can take your soul.

Before you begin to speak
take all my words under deep
contemplation and ask yourself
do you really want to talk to me?

I can do anything I want is all
you need to know. I do not want
to see you or to go to court to
talk to some judge about my mind.

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal is a Mexican-born author, who resides in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His poems have appeared in Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, and Unlikely Stories.



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