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

There's Always a Promise

"...I felt no regrets or worries over tomorrow..."

There's Always A Promise

For once my world was silent.
I did not concern myself with the bullshit of others.

And I knew peace on the deepest level.
I felt no regrets or worries over tomorrow.

I just simply slipped into a coma of nothing and that was such a blissful place to be.

I awoke suddenly and disrupted the illusion of death.
One day I will not.

And that idea suits me just fine.






Article © John Patrick Robbins. All rights reserved.
Published in the October 28, 2019 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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