Time Falls Silent
written by: Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
It is time for bed.
It is about time.
I waited a lifetime.
Time falls silent
while the clock breaks.
The time Is over.
It is beyond time.
My body failed me
at thirty-four
and thirty-five.
I needed water
and exercise.
Don’t we all? For
the first time I
had to change things.
Back in time I had
a high ceiling.
At fifty-one I had
to kill the cancer.
At fifty-eight time
continues to tick
and I grind like
the gears of the clock.
In time everything
will fall into place.
Meanwhile, like fine
wine I bid my time.
Luis, born in Mexico, lives in Southern California and works in the mental health field. His first book of poems, Raw Materials, was published by Pygmy Forest Press. His other books and chapbooks were published by Alternating Current Press, Deadbeat Press, Kendra Steiner Editions, New Polish Beat, Poet's Democracy, and Ten Pages Press (e-book).
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