Encouraging words from far away,
A pleased voice saying, “You can do it,”
As I look for the source, I realize, it’s right
I am too close to my goal to now quit.
I study the words on my computer screen,
Blowing the steam from my scorching tea cup,
Another voice pipes in with even more inspiration,
“You’re almost there; don’t give up.”
I sigh silently, knowing their words are true,
I have come too far to stop now,
“Just a little more” the voice repeats,
As I glance to the side, knitting my brow.
“You’re so close, just finish it!”
As I glanced to the shadows to see where it came,
I see a familiar figure reaching out to me,
Its smooth features draw me in like a game.
I touch the object and release my feelings,
One… two… three… four…
Dropping the object, a splash on the ground
Realizing I can’t stop now... or go back to before.
So, as I silently sit and scream,
Through all the tears and bloodshed,
I can’t seem to stop myself from listening,
To the voices in my head.