Hidden Voices

We go through it.

Everyday,

Somebody,

Somewhere,

On their own,

Working things out,

Struggling,

With nary

A shout.

When they have

So much

To talk about.

They all have stories,

Listen

To their words,

They are rarely heard.

Try to stand

In their shadow,

As it flickers

Through life.

Never falling

On the bright side.

Out of sight

And out of mind.

How much more

Can they take,

Before

They say no.

Bodies ailing,

Memories failing.

Bad luck

Stories,

Without which,

Some people

Will have no story

To tell, at all.

The high point

Being born,

The rest, one

Long, desperate

Fall.

Fated to remain

Hidden,

Beneath a veil

Of indifference.

When the tale

That they might tell,

Is short,

On the drama

Of significance.