Grasp of Wisdom (POETS EDITION)

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Cloistered

I was secluded and isolated
I am numb and silent
But the moment I met him
is like a gleam that shines in night

Every tear I drop,
is a smile of his convincing.
Every kneel of my surrender,
is a gaze of His hope.
Every wound I get,
is a remedy of his glistering eyes.
Every anxiety I feel,
is a kiss of his care that everything's gonna be alright.

He was my hope and,
He mend me.
He was the someone that no one could ever be.
He is the one that you would never known that he still subsist.

But all of this suddenly gone
the moment I open my eyes.
Seeing that this is reality.

A tear fell in my
Eyes.
And no one will
ever wipe it.
Ever!