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.