Static

Static, static
It's in my brain
Flickering, switching
On and off

Static, a flashing
Crackling there and gone
My mind in pieces
My mind is blown

I see you clearly
Then you're gone
Memories, conversation, name
No longer known

The sound, the sight
The feelings all at once
One moment you're alive
Next minute body dead

Like someone's tripped the power
And you lost 8-10 hours
You wake up like you're beaten
You'll be battered and bruised
Exhaustion make it hard breathe
And all you do is sleep

Coming back around is new
You have no idea what to do
People ask you questions
And you don't know what is true.


This is a piece about how it feels to have epilepsy.