Brittle Hope

a short poem for the people whose cry is heard by none.

By Simran DanielPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

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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Written by Simran Daniel