My soul cries out,

tears and tumbles,

a terrible symphony

of disjointed mumbles,

cries and screams,

begged out words,

never louder than a murmur.

My soul cries out in misery,

begging for forgiveness and love,

it screams and yells,

yelps and moans,

begs and cries,

never louder than a mumble.

I can hear the words that are said,

the begged out pleas,

the unbased promises.

I can hear the teared out voices,

the terrible harmony-

of a soul in torment.

My soul cries out

in the voice of the sun,

silent but visual-

to those that will see.

My soul cries out

in unending,

unmerciless,

misery.