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Poetry by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

By Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal

GIVE NIGHT

Give night
my purest blessings 

and sky

my deepest thanks,
a solemn sigh,
the lost words
of a child that has
grown too fast.

It is not easy
to watch morning fade.
My eyes fixate on the sun
and the sound of nature
when I close my eyes.
The smell of your
absent scent 

is a smell I miss.
Between you and I,
I dread summer
and its heat
which finds joy

in my suffering. A
day does not go by
where sleeping soothes
these tears.
Suddenly,
the fiery sun
and the smell of you

not being here
reminds me how far
away you are. Funeral 
processions
fill my thoughts. The dead
go to the light.

In this state of being
it is hard to think.

The cool breeze fills the room
as I shake the sheets.
My soft pillow awaits
to take me to a new land.
I open my mind
and give in to sleep.

Give night
my dark blessings
and let the sleeping begin.

TAKEN DOWN

Taken down
by the huge
security guards
at the break
of dawn. This
village is
not for all
of us. I 
feel like First
Blood Rambo.
I just want
a place where
I could sleep
till five in
the a.m.
I will get
off the floor 
at five or
four forty-
five. No one 
is working
here until
six or so.
I was slammed
on my face.
I am not
so pretty.
I look worse
now than I 
did last night.

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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