Parents were hard-working

Working with Henry Ford's invention

One in the morning

One in the night

I, however,

Never slept

Hearing voices 

Telling me to inspire

Open up

Help

I ignored

Started sending them to sleep with me

Never seeing anyone

Voices were restless

"Help someone," they demanded

Help

Now words flow

Into the paper as if it were a tattoo

Carving itself into my brain

Into my life

Into my soul

Help

Is what I'll do

I may not be able to work alongside 

With the physically strong

But I can work with

The powerful