A veil descends upon my senses
Silence shows itself
But, my thoughts are loud in my head
The silence is just of the outside world
My inner voice still clamours for recognition
To be heard. To be listened to.
Traffic, chatter, birdsong and children in the street retreat
Into silence.

My mind grows loud with words and remembrances
Long forgotten voices shout,horns blare,memories creep
My silence, my personal space, my mind is loud
A crow cackles, at my confused silence
Cacophony crescendos in my mind
I scream
It breaks the silence of clamouring voices.
My inner voice is still not heard.