Serious Poem – Electrical Slices

Fifty, one-hundred, fifty, one-hundred, fifty, fifty, …. forgot


Electrical currents slicing through my head, down my middle, down to my toes,

dizziness, spillages – milk, hot water, tea ..

then …

I remember, the thing I forgot …

the thing I was trying to come off …

Sertralin …

Keep walking, don’t think, keep walking, drinking tea, writing randomness,

not thinking …

at the same time as wading through the currents, trying to be stronger …

not to let it drown me …

trying to swim back to on the  out g o i n  g      tide …..



Copyright owned by Jay Cool, October 2019

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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