Nigh – Kevin Trent Boswell

If one taught the next, all would be well
We’d all do better, or so I’d assumed
The goose steps into boiling water
Swears it’s winning, surely not doomed

Document spiraling downward trajectory
Greed and hatred and empty pleasures
Hand off to the relay baton of truth
With wisdom, health, all other treasures

Naively, I swore we could live in harmony
But Life assertively called my bluff
The end is nigh for the world, and for love
But it cannot seem to come quickly enough

Author: Kevin Trent Boswell

Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares. View all posts by Kevin Trent Boswell