Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Care Free

"...Your voice buried deep in a faraway place..."

Care Free

The last night…
The last day
Of the last year…

As I was walking
Out of my dream
I found you…
Your voice
Buried deep
In a faraway place
Under debris
Of time and tears!

As I knocked off
The glass from the…

I saw you jogging
Into the new dawn
Away from me
And the world.

The sun rose, but not for…
I was looking for the moon!
Darkness wasn't silvery
Anymore…
But a sigh escaped
Your tired bones that refused
To hold the muscles,
Looking for a
Soul that will care!!!







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