Can you hear it?

There it is again

It’s so loud it’s deafening 

It’s silent you say

I ask if you still can’t hear the silence 

As loud as a soul sigh

The quieting of a child

The boisterous tremors

Slow blinking to wipe away the tears

How can you say it’s silent

Nothing so loud as despair 

Renders you desolate 

Finds you even in remote places

Gnaws on you in way so hard to describe 

You say you can not measure a soul

I say you are blind

Souls are measured by actions then words

Not the imaginary white garment you expect 

The soul is silent

In the face of despair