The silence seems to hiss

I lose myself in  desolate despair
The silence seems to hiss as I sit here
I find no consolation  anywhere.

I hear priests and rabbis talk of care
But what do men know of a woman’s fear?
I lose myself in  desolate despair

Yet with my holy spirit I will dare
To travel in  grey deserts where men jeer
I have found no consolation ,not so far

In  human lives these  passages occur
Where owls hoot and  black trees bend down to leer
When we lose ourself in  desolate despair

I have dwelled here  and I’m well prepared
Yet panic strikes me and I cannot steer
I’ve found  suffering ‘s better not deferred

Even God is deaf and I’m in tears
Yet  struggling in lost worlds, I know  love’s near
I find myself in  desolate despair
I want no consolation  nor false cheer.