Alone with my sadness, circles under my eyes, I’m far inside the woods, echoing birds fill my ears with wilderness. A lonely bird reminds me of myself. The only touch I feel is the breeze. At home the curtains are closed. I see the moon through the thinly lined curtains.
About the Poet:
Born in Mexico, Luis lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His poetry has been published in The Abyss, Ariel Chart, The Blue Collar Review, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow Mama Webzine. His first poetry book, Raw Materials, was published by Pygmy Forest Press. His other books and chapbooks have been published by Deadbeat Press, Kendra Steiner Editions, New Polish Beat, Poet’s Democracy, Propaganda Press, and Ten Pages Press.
short poem but full of many deep meaning
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