By: DJ Hopson
There are too many, just too many.
The floor sticks to my feet as I run.
I take the floor with me as I flee.
My sticky, woody feet cannot move fast enough.
I want to stop to catch my breath but there is no time.
Frantic I search for a way to remove the wood.
As I pull, my skin peels away, but I don’t care – I can’t care.
I just need to get away.
There is no logic left for me to use.
Only irrational thoughts make sense.
I envision no finish line, only an escape.
Now with my feet bloody I continue to run.
Because there are too many, just too many.
