In
Distress
I
come to you In distress,
like
the beast with a thorn
in
his heart. It hurts so
much
I cannot even stir. I
am
in a mournful mood as if
fatal
kisses have struck me
down
while my blood pours
out
in heavy pools. I cannot
move.
I cannot creep. There
is
an alien feeling in my soul.
I
stay in bed because I can
no
longer move. Life is filled
with
deceits that leaves you
with
nothingness. I come to
you
in distress, almost dead.
Luis
Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal
Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. He is the author of Raw Materials (Pygmy Forest Press), Keepers of Silence (Kendra Steiner Editions), and Make the Water Laugh (Rogue Wolf Press). His poems were published by Ariel Chart, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Zygote in my Coffee.