In midst of a storm
He runs out of words
Nothing to say
No energy to utter a word
A whirling wind can be heard
In the total silence that engulfs him
A dead silence shouting to be heard
Words fail him ... and maybe that is ok
The silence  blocks the constant noise
It calms his ever anxious nerves
Yet he wants to be heard
Please call his name,
He may utter a word... hello