Chair

"Chair"a poem by Jeremy C Kester In the cornerspecs of glitteramong the tattersa place meant for comfortthough I would not chooseinstead I gaze at itthreads criss-crossingunused and undesiredleft there if for nothing more Poem written by Jeremy C Kester©2020 Jeremy C Kester – All Rights Reserved

Protected

"Protected"a poem by Jeremy C Kester The cold beckons outside,Protected by these wallsfrom me.If I had this energyto fight against the gods,or me.If I could be called a god,but for their sake I runto sleep... For now. Poem written by Jeremy C Kester©2020 Jeremy C Kester – All Rights Reserved