Panicked Familiarity

Reece Beckett
Oct 12 · 1 min read
Photo taken by the author.

My nausea envelops me

In a sense of panicked familiarity

Eyes turn hazy, skies turn grey

Limbs begin to shake and

Life starts to lack all clarity.

Alone in my bed I

Try desperately to sleep

But the sirens whirring past