Life’s Dark Corridors
Do not look but see.
The dead walk amongst us,
dreamers of life, raging
against the light, souls
who shun the grave,
with heart’s raw as suicide.
Their limbs which break
like twigs, their love
of life in peril. Their breath
like smoke, lingering and
then dissipating. They walk
life’s dark corridors. Always
wandering, seeking with
dead eyes the secret of life.
unlike those in their graves.
They tangle with the living,
their clothes taken by wind.
They are here amongst us,
babbling of past lives. They
cross the road without fear.
©2022 Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozabal All rights reserved.
Luis lives in California and works in Los Angeles. His poetry has appeared in Blue Collar Review, Cajun Mutt Press, Mad Swirl, Unlikely Stories, and Yellow Mama Webzine.