Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal- A Poem

I SEE MY MIND

I see my mind

in a flame of perfume
burning to the center.

I see my mind

in the wrong hands being
put to rest in a dark hole.

I see my mind
in room full of snakes, a
gift for the undeserving.

I see my mind

made weak by those who

have a head for torture.

I see my mind                 
where it does not belong
encased in a glass box.

I see my mind
broken and about to
burst like the sun.

I see my mind
ready to fall like a
lost ancient city.