In Recoil Poem by Kyle Schlicher

In Recoil



Feel it.

It shutters
suddenly.

Reaction
is
swift, yet
a split second late.

Results
are nullified.

Feel it.

It comes again, again
and again.

Now,
the mind relaxes,
takes time
to examine
the complete pattern.

Now, you are
getting
there.

9-26-2014

Friday, September 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: hate
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