The Instant Before It Hits

The moment stretches thin
It becomes insubstantial
I hear it in the clock
an elongated tick – – – – – tock
just like the Principal’s office
back in elementary school

Then silence entombs me
My mind invents a high-pitched tone
to deny silence’s purchase
Left in true silence
the mind stops believing
in the reality of anything

Then it hits
&
I am lost

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About B Gourley

Bernie Gourley is a writer living in Bangalore, India. He is currently writing his first novel entitled CHASING DEMONS. He is a martial artist, yogi, and world traveler.
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2 Responses to The Instant Before It Hits

  1. Maggie Mae says:

    Great poem! I enjoyed.

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