Nighttime

Trouble in the nighttime fell
Upon the too wakeful brow
Which ought to sleep⠀

Coins cast in tainted well
Uncertainty of where and how
Enough to cause anyone to weep⠀

Pitching gold piece of its own, ⠀
Came an angel of repose and rest ⠀
With the curious question whispered quiet⠀

Myriad things, all unknown
How is it that you’re certain you’ll fail the test?⠀
Without a shred of doubt, that might deny it?
⠀
Of course, no good answer was there for this
And searching, a mind grew sore and tired
Eyes heavy, in downward creep⠀

The angel placed a soft, loving kiss ⠀
Upon empty head, thoughts all expired ⠀
Drifting peacefully now into the deep

From the book remission by Kevin Trent Boswell

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