Wanting to be Heard

The deafening sound
of silence
rips apart my soul
like an angry lover
wanting to be heard

Loud
without so much of a whisper
torturous
as if it were begging me
to listen
so I abide by its thunderous demands
and allow the pen to fall
and I notice
that as it lands
it begins to grasp each word
spoken

And with the rage
of poetic rhythm
my hands devour my thoughts
as each stroke
defines
my soul's vision

I write
and write
until the canvass
upon which the words reside
is no longer silent
and the shimmering lights of heaven
shine
as bright
against midnight's hue
as hope
against the world's chaotic darkness

Excellent imagery!

I hear you

Nice poem .

Always wonderful