Sighs of the Soul 2

Does my soul always sing? I've heard of a grief so painful that some hearts cannot absorb its pressures. I know of a cry so saddening that its 'feel' defies description, and the ears cannot endure its sounds. There is a sigh so deep with endless cries, as to be rendered measureless; yet it lies next door to singing souls. There's a grief, sighs of the soul, that explodes the mind and bleeds the trembling heart of cherished dreams, creating torrents of screams enough to perish the noblest of dreams. And no, my soul does not always sing. PSCtest121621, Beatitude Rhyming Poem, Beata Agustin Written 102020; edited for contest(121621)