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