Whispers (Can you hear me?)

When the wind howls murmurs are being heard,
a white voice that still has a story to tell
if you close your eyes and be still
you can hear their voices asking for help

their silence is too violent to be forgotten.

Their story has an empty ending

their voices are not being heard,

just stand still and listen,

listen with your heart

and don't ignore their signs

because one day it will be too late.

Can you hear me?

The whispers of the night,

are being ignored by the living,

the white noise yet to be heard,

I can hear them screaming,

the lost and forgotten

have a story to tell,

just breathe and be still

let their words be heard.

When the wind blows, whispers are being heard

the voiceless stories that were ended too soon,

their tears are being felt within the rain

their screams are being heard beyond the thunder,

take a deep breath,

because soon you will understand their forgotten story.

Can you hear me?

The whispers of the night,

are being ignored by the living,

the white noise yet to be heard,

I can hear them screaming,

the lost and forgotten

have a story to tell,

just breathe and be still

let their words be heard.

There's so much to life than death

there's so much to live than take a  last breath

look around and look at their expressions

can you tell, who's hurting and who's lost?

the voiceless are suffering beyond belief 

who are we to tell them it's nothing and not to grief

who are we to take their words from them,

and write their story and show them their end?

Can you hear me?

Can you feel me?

Are you listening?

Don't stand by and aid them while you can

their stories should never end before their time

take a good look at yourself in the mirror

has your story been told,

or are you part of the voiceless trying to make yourself known,

think it twice before you act

because actions speak louder than words.

So listen when I say

The whispers of the night,

are being ignored by the living,

the white noise yet to be heard,

I can hear them screaming,

the lost and forgotten

have a story to tell,

just breathe and be still

let their words be heard.

Their stories will be told.

Reviews

[B]

I do believe that locations that have held witness to gruesome acts of lack of humanity care a tone of sadness
I visited many places in Germany
and the feeling i got within was enough for me to leave the area before even reading about what happened ?
The human soul is a very fragile thing
All these thoughts came to mind while reading your poem

Good job you have a very strong voice

[Mika =^-^=]

thank you, I appreciate your kind words.

[DPoetsSociety]

This is incredible, don't stop.

[Mika =^-^=]

Thank you so much.

[DPoetsSociety]

Hey, check out what I just posted? Let me know if its worth reading, I'd like to hear from a writer as good as you

[Nicholas Shea]

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS!!!! GREAT PIECE!!!!

[Mika =^-^=]

thank you so much.