To be heard is a marvelous thing

To really see what isn't seen

And feel what is really spoken

Humans were made for this sort of connection

You see to be truly human is to be truly known

But how can we be known without being heard?

It it truly fascinating, 

That a tongue speaking

Or A pen writing

Is how souls touch 

How heart's collide

And how minds embrace

I think solitude, complete and utter isolation

Is the definition of Hell

A place where Love cannot reach

Where we are so far removed from others

To be heard is merely a dream

What sort of depravity would that be?