This is far more than fear,
(a numbing sensation,
an electrifying bolt,
pain straight from rage’s hand)
and I’d do anything
to make it stop.
-
One cannot eat, sleep
or even breathe,
a tightened chest,
sweat dripping,
blocked throat,
waking nightmares.
-
A distinctive purgatory,
feeling every second
expand and multiply
constantly
while the world breathes in.
-
Its motion unnerving,
collapsing, imploding,
suffocating —
the nausea,
this repeating sickness
is simply your birthright.
-
Accept it,
your wheels have been
spinning in the mud
again. For so many
years. All of that churning…
-
Your energy gone,
body weary and on edge
full of painful air and poisoned blood.
-
Life isn’t fair
to any one of us but you just can’t
seem to move
beyond the complete basics.
-
Find your comfort where you can,
cope
and accept what can’t be changed or controlled.
-
Stop fighting with the air
and boxing with mirrors.
-
Lay still in the raging waters this time.
About the Creator
Reece Beckett
Poetry and cultural discussion (primarily regarding film!).
Author of Portrait of a City on Fire (2020, Impspired Press). Also on Medium and Substack, with writing featured… around…

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