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

Places Leave Scars

"...despondent as all hope is slain..."

Places Leave Scars

Places leave scars
the more you're left
without any of
your trusted friends.

The days grow long.
You're left sulking
and despondent as
all hope is slain.

You wander out.
The sun is warm.
You walk on bridges
and watch the skies.

The blighted streets
where man feels pain,
your boyhood is gone.
You stand alone.






Article © Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal. All rights reserved.
Published in the March 2, 2020 issue .
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.
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