Voices

I hear a voice,

Asking me to make a choice,

Another asking me about the weather,

So I respond saying it could be better,

There’s one over there,

Sitting alone in a chair,

There’s a few playing ball,

Across the hall,

Another painting in her room,

Thinking of what to do,

There’s my voice staying silent,

Staying compliant,

There are voices all around me,

Asking for help,

I try to help each one,

Leaving no time for fun,

I stress and never hate,

As my body deteriorates,

The one time I ask for help,

She shoved me away,

Waiting to talk another day,

Every voice is a story unto its own,

Every story gets to grow old,

Why does my story not get to glow,

By The Gardener