A Deafening Whisper Poem by James Callos Jordan

Staring at the children,
Playing blissfully around the Nara tree;
Reminds me of the lost memories,
Of my childhood history.

Eight… nine… ten…
I got lost searching;
It was too dark to find my way back,
I should have listened to what mom said.

Restlessness and fear:
Creeping up on my frail body;
I cry for this trouble to end,
And find a way to be safe again.

A flash of stillness;
My body was paralyzed;
A voice whispered on my ear,
A whisper that shook my soul.

Now I remember once more,
Lying beneath this 6 feet of soil;
How it is to feel,
The loneliness of death.

June 12,2009