You can't hear it, but if you're paying close attention, it's palpable.
It reverberates down the cluttered hallway into the darkness.
It seeps under the closed, locked door, rising to the ceiling.
Looking for escape. For light. For air.
There is no music, only the sharp pitch growing, filling any open space.
Until inside, there is only one sound. Silence.
© 26Apr2016 ajj
Note: This is a work in progress, based on a battle with mental illness. Sometimes we can't hear those around us, even though they are screaming inside themselves, until it's too late.