Following A Monotone Voice Poem by Tamika Robinson

Running Laps,
Surpassing the rest,
A voice in my head,
Telling me where I am,
How long I have left.
I'm anxious to get to my desired place,
But as time ticks by,
I have to run back,
Back and forth.
Is there an end?
Is there no pause?
My anxiety grows,
And so does my fear.
The voice is the only thing I hear.
I look to my left,
Only one left with me.
I look over again,
No one's there.
Many faces on the sidelines,
Telling me not to stop.
I push myself forward,
Trying to keep up with the voice.
That monotone voice,
The voice that gave no inflection.
The voice that wouldn't care in the slightest if I gave up,
If I didn't reach my destiny.
My goal.
The place where I should be.
Time ticks on by.
I'm still running.
My breath uneven,
My legs baring unbelievable pain.
I struggle,
But I make it.
And now I'm here.
I can stop running.
For I now know where I belong.