Dark Times

by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

What do you know

of dark times,

night terror dreams

twisting your

mind? Your child’s mind,

an open 

wound. Death leaves its 

mark on you.

Faith leaves your thoughts 

in limbo.

No amount of

pills or drugs 

is enough. You

know nothing.

Before you is

love absent.

You are drowning.

What words bring

you safety? You

know well that

nothing helps, that 

nothing works.

Knowing you live

in fear, all 

you taste is sour.

The dark times

can overwhelm.

Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His poetry, art, and photography has appeared in Black Petals, Blue Collar Review, Kendra Steiner Editions, Medusa's Kitchen, Rogue Wolf Press, Venus in Scorpio Poetry Journal, and Yellow Mama Webzine.