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

Paths

"...I fear what I will find..."

Paths

Every step, afraid to make
I fear what I will find
All the paths that I can take
Will always lead behind

Moving forward anyway
Relying on my will
Today is just like yesterday
The same as standing still

All the paths they lead nowhere
With nothing in the light
Here is just the same as there
The day is just the night

Every step I walk alone
The candor in my mind
Like carrying a heavy stone
That makes me lag behind






Article © John Tustin. All rights reserved.
Published in the May 17, 2021 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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