A low-pitched wail

Breaks forth

Shaking my soul

Making her tremble

The mournful cry

The agonizing touch of sound

The brittleness of the soul that brought it forth

From within the deep

Reaches of its hurting

The dark recesses

Of the child's pain

The sharp knife in my

Heart twists and


Lost, loose in my chest

Filling up the gaps

Filling me

I breathe nothing but

The cry, I hear nothing

But the wail