Poetry by Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal – Better Days and Biography

Better Days

I was less of myself 
from the days I was better.

The mirror did not lie.
I left my best days behind.

I waited for daylight,
dreaming of better days.

I knew that day would come.
More of me would return every

hour of every day.  The sun
would wash my eyes out and

return my soul that had left 
my body believing I had died.

I was less of myself
from the days I was better.

Biography

I know I was born
and I know I am still alive.
I am here to tell you about it.
When I was a child
I was raised by my grandparents.
I had a good life growing up.
Each day was better than the next.
I had yet to see the ocean
and death was not a thing I thought about.
It might as well been a wounded beast
moaning in pain and I would not have
recognized that sound. I lived a quiet life.
I lived an innocent life.
I played in the rain and never got sick.
I learned grammar in school.
I did not know I would be a writer.
As I grew older I experienced the deaths
of almost all the people that influenced me
the most. I have my mother still,
whom I love most of all. Without her my life
and those of my siblings would be in ruins.

BIO: Luis lives in California and works in the mental health field in Los Angeles. His poetry and artwork has appeared in Art:Mag, Medusa’s Kitchen, Nerve Cowboy, Rogue Wolf Press, and Venus in Scorpio Poetry E-Zine.