Hope Without A Heart

Poem By Briana Knight

Broken pieces of a mingled heart screams in defiance.
Abandoned and left to bleed by its twisted alliance.
Longing for the fingers that once held the peices together.
They dropped the shreds, left it to bleed forever.
All these cuts and shards, still willing to beat.
Without the strength of the hands the peices grow weak.
Frail, twisted, broken, and bruised yet still willing to beat! ! !

Comments about Hope Without A Heart

Wow, great heart touching expression with a moving effect. Great
This is so real because it use to be me.

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