The Spirits

The wind blew on my face
As I stood in the middle of an empty field.
It was getting cold
But little did I care.
All I had to do was call the spirits.
And I did....

They came in huge gusts of wind
And it seemed to me as tho' they were whispering,
All at once, into my ear
Till I could bear it no more.

I shouted out a chant
But they did not go away.
Their whispers were becoming louder and louder,
And my chants were becoming softer and softer
Till I could barely speak...

Then, all of a sudden, everything went quiet and still,
Including me,
For I could talk no more and move no more.
All I could do was stare,
As I lay on the ground in my last moments,
Thinking of my family.
I thought of them till I could think no more,
As I felt a growing numbness
That reached my head and fogged my eyes.
And then, everything went black...

-Rhea. B, 2004