Poem: The Untold by Mr Henciltep

| The Untold |

by: Mr Henciltep

Heap into this emptiness engulfed deep inside,

Seek if there's not any glint of light delivering his hopes,

From those solely eyes might just be another embolden soul,

From those draped mind you see him ;glorifying over his resolve yet deceived not,

He may seems in vow, as well be astray and just you listen closer,

Listen to this mortified runt, afraid of showing up in his own world,

You'll find him cry, where he bemoans his dark yore,

tormented in the awakening of disgusts over history,

despise himself for what age has taught him none but misery,

Would you listen to his steps... wandering in a lightless wasteland,

Could you listen when he drowned in his shadow, listen to where he calls for guide,

Listen well of the untold..... and grant him your grace.

Mr Henciltep wrote to me saying, 

"It's just something that i wrote a long time ago, when fear of hidden agony did not appeal so much to everyone's eyes that they tend to be less sensitive of what people around have in mind. Sometimes, you can't just observe and understand but you can always try and make that significant other knows that you are trying and you will be there when everyone else simply doesn't care to even bother understanding you because they are too busy being enlightened by your smiles."