Stuck in the Mud

It's funny.

I find myself running,

unable to breathe.

The pain in my feet told me to keep on going,

Even though my turning stomach disagreed.

I felt like I swallowed the whole ocean

Despite drowning in it. 

In a hollow forest,

I couldn't find an escape for air.

My words- incomprehensible

Just like the meaning of life. 

So, I kept on running

To rid the panic that consumes me 

But my laces remained untied. 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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