I Can Not At All. Poem by maria goodison

I can not move anymore, or walk across the floor
I can not listen to this again even the voice don't sound
the same.
I can not stand at all even the walking sticks are agents
me.
I can not pet my amazing cats that ask for nothing but
full ball and love maybe a brush.
I can not pick the paintbrush up that let my mind live and
Explore.
I cam not push the buttons to call my only daughter and say
good night.
I can not talk to shout out that this is not my fault, this is not
me please someone help me.