Wilderness by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

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.
Photo by Flo Maderebner on Pexels.com

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.

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