I saw the pain in his eyes as he closed them for the last time. 

I could almost hear his thoughts, as he continued to climb. 

 

I saw the fake smile that was crookedly painted on his lips. 

I could almost hear the words of his family as they had to come to grips. 

 

I saw the tear roll down his untouched pale cheek. 

I could almost hear the words he was too fragile to speak. 

 

I saw the man jump carelessly to the awaiting ground. 

I could almost hear his voice make a frightened sound. 

 

I saw the blood that had stained the ground crimson. 

I could almost hear the pain that he had so beautifully hidden.