You're running,
exhausted,
drained mentally
and physically,
but you push on
because the finish line is in sight,
and then it all explodes,
right next to you,
and you fall to the ground.
You know you're injured,
you know you can't get up,
you know you're panicking
as the debris and smoke cloud around you.
People are running and screaming and crying,
and you're laying there,
to you your surroundings have an under water feel,
as if you were in a dream,
and you were watching and listening from outside your body.
The only problem is,
this isn't a dream,
it's a living nightmare,
and in this state you wonder,
are we at the finish line?
Or are we starting a new race?