Whisper Poem by becky darkenai

Their faces all grew silent,
the air became so still,
The words that paced around the room,
lost life and began to wilt.

His footprints were watched so carefully,
his voice echoed through the floor,
The thoughts that made him so unique,
were lost forever more.

But what about the ones,
who never said goodbye,
Who can't forget his final words,
no matter how they try.

The voices that wisper so painfully,
show he never was alone,
His heart could still be beating,
if a little mercy had been shown.