No Sound

Late at night,

While lying down,

I hear it

At first,

It's faint, muffled

Hard to make out

Even in the deafening silence

But it's a familiar sound,

One I've heard far too often

It's her

Crying again,

Helpless sobs wracking her body,

Overwhelmed by a toxic mixture

Of depression and despair

It's because of her husband,

Again

As it always is

This is what I've heard

For the past three years,

Night after night

It's the sound

I wish to hear no more