Art of Cimeries

When glee fills the air,
Only I know it’s fare –
A price of nightmares
And skin peeled back bare.
This cold stare
That they all share.
Always ready to steer
My path of rough stairs – 
Is all but rare.
I’ve been down here
Like it’s my career.
Like always… Endure and bear.
Ascend the ladder of fear.



Poem By Sanjeev 'Cimeries' Retnasingam