Art of Cimeries

Thorns of heavy, which pinch my skin.
Gold, silver and gems, taken along with sin.
Adorn this burden. Burden which wears the soul thin.

I wanted this long ago,
On adventures with myself and co.

Bearing this shame. Heavy as is. Cannot turn
Left, right or down. Only up, where the stars burn.
One last adventure is all for I yearn.

Grey I get. Gey I shall go.
Ashes in wind. Free to flow.

Not yet. But soon.
When all’s done. And all’s boon.



Poem By Sanjeev 'Cimeries' Retnasingam