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:
Me
Our world
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