Jeremy Wershoven is a history major and a theatre minor at Florida Atlantic University. He enjoys writing, acting, film, and the outdoors.


A sinking feeling.
Crickets chirping with measured unease
In between the marsh reeds
A gas station lit by lights too bright
When I should be home 
And awaiting the dawn.

This emptiness
Is not a hole in my soul.
It’s a veil which shimmers and shines
Mimics the morning light 
With conviction and urgency.

I breathe.
Perhaps this guise is too opaque for true light.
So when the sun comes up
It will be revealed to be only a piece of cloth. 
I smile to myself and hope.



Edited by: Sabrina Loftus


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