A Lonely Night

 A Lonely Night


There is a lonely night

that awaits you.

There is a roof over

your head at least.

There is food and beer

in the fridge.

There is music you could

turn to or a

little television to

spend the time.

Lonely nights are not

a thing to fear.

They become inescapable 

for some of us.

Turn on your mind, read

a little if you

are into that; turn to

art if you so desire.

Find the bed if it is too

much for you.

Lose yourself in dreams

and hope nightmares

do not give you

the night terrors.



 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. 

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