Brittle Hope
a short poem for the people whose cry is heard by none.
By Simran DanielPublished 11 months ago • 1 min read
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There was little I could do,
I was screaming my heart out,
Without a tear in my eye,
You stood there,
Not a heartbeat missed,
Before you decided to ignore,
My silent cry.
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Simran Daniel
Just exploring emotions, unpacking thoughts, and sharing stories that come on at a random time and refuse to let go.
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Aww ♥︎♥︎♥︎🥲 sending you hugs
Such sorrow, and so relatable! Great piece!