A Voice From Down-Below Poem by Edgar James Momoh

As I walked down the streets of the great beyond
I could hear nothing but silence
Silence, too loud that deafened my simple soul
So I cloaked myself in reverence
Reverence, too strong that subdued my awkward spirit
As I watched my steps,
Lest I break the ambience of quietude
That even my shadow cannot afford

Twas so loud; it turned my heartbeats into drums
Relinquishing gripping awe with each stroke on my simple soul
'This silence is killing me', I muttered quietly
Then suddenly I heard a voice from down-below
Not the voice an of angel or they who dwell in quietude
It was a voice from down-below, a voice from deep within
Saying, O son of man, this too shall be thy dwelling

When you hear the voice from down-below.

■EJM,2016