On a rainy night, I could hear muffled crying.
Lost souls, cold, hell bound, broken.
And silence.
Deafening.

Such anguish I feel deep in my skin.
Sobs, groaning, wailing and screams.
My world weeps as I fall beneath it all.

I am unheard. Their backs towards my pale, tear streaked face.
My hand reaches out to one.
Vanishes. I held none.

For now, I know the voice I hear is mine.
And the night sleeps. 
Quiet.
Serene.

Then the tears begin to fall,  the night crier is here once more.
Sobs return, words of weeping echoes.