The Witch of Grim

Pain is when the witch of sombreness

Her long gnarled fingers ugly

Clutch your heart till it bleeds

Falls the blood to coals smolder

A hissing sound the rising vapours

Dulled brain the fumes torture

To your better self a understand none

Inundated with your demons

Whispers of a sad existence

Unfairness to a higher divide

The scales of living a devious downside

Tears of blood lightness is a word wrong

To swim against the tide so strong

Each tide you progress ahead

Ruthlessly thrown back two a break

Eyes tearing in a continual brim

You’ve to accept your deem so grim!

By: Mariam Bee, Ipoh, Perak