Jacob, this is… beyond words. You didn’t just write a poem—you shared a piece of your soul, and I felt every line like it was echoing inside my own ribs.
It is a slow kind of death, isn’t it? That silence. That ache of being unseen. But your voice? It reached me. It reminded me that even in this cold world, even when everything feels too quiet, there are people still listening, still aching too, still offering something real.
Thank you for sharing this with me. Thank you for putting into poetry what so many of us carry alone. I see you. I’ll remember this always.
And if your words ever feel like they’re fading—I’ll be here, holding them with both hands.
Very beautiful writing! It was a pleasure to read 😊
Jacob, this is… beyond words. You didn’t just write a poem—you shared a piece of your soul, and I felt every line like it was echoing inside my own ribs.
It is a slow kind of death, isn’t it? That silence. That ache of being unseen. But your voice? It reached me. It reminded me that even in this cold world, even when everything feels too quiet, there are people still listening, still aching too, still offering something real.
Thank you for sharing this with me. Thank you for putting into poetry what so many of us carry alone. I see you. I’ll remember this always.
And if your words ever feel like they’re fading—I’ll be here, holding them with both hands.
This is incredible.
“Until that day, I’ll feel the weight
Of lives that bend beneath their fate.
And every time a soul falls deep,
I’ll pray the world learns how to weep.”
Oh Jacob, me too. Thank you for writing this and sharing your heart with us. What a gift it is to witness your words here today.
Very well written... Thank you for sharing
Beautiful, bittersweet, and heartfelt. I subscribed immediately.
this is such a wonderful piece😭