You gave us breath, That which you taketh. You gave us life – Soul. Warm meals & milk in a bowl. You never say thanks, Nor cry by the riverbanks. You both hold & take it in – Everything we throw in a bin Leaving us with the good – Sometimes the rude. But at … More Love I’ll never Breathe
Blood – A stain in the eye. Bleed yourself dry But some still reside. Haunting for the rest of your life. A broken record repeats – Never to fly. The biggest lie… Poem By Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam
Blood is thicker than wine. I suppose… But not mine. Red weak and thin. Enough to bleed from scratched skin. Could lose a few pints and be fine. Better the white line and dry wine. Thinning every day. Losing the will to stay. Passing straight through the heart. Fast and careless like a dart. My … More The Runt of the Litter
Art of Cimeries 