“Somber”
a poem by Jeremy C Kester
The voices near,
Echos dancing through the air,
Tickling every thought,
Speaking little of significance,
Only words,
Trying for peace and serendipity.
The sight gives little of the same,
With eyes closed only seeing,
Dancing colors behind sheltered eyes.
Never meaning much,
But never for nothing.
These are the activities of a restless mind.
Only echos of the day behind,
Slowly falling behind.
Slowly falling to a somberness night.
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Poem written by Jeremy C Kester
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