LIVING IN DARKNESS

by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

I cannot grasp life sometimes.
There is a shadow that follows me.
It blinds my view when I need
to see. The shadow is not mine.
I try to stand upright in
my own quiet way. However,
the shadow knocks me down without
making contact. I feel a deep
emptiness in my soul. I live in
utter obscurity. Each ounce of
my being is living in darkness.