The Last Thing I Remember

Knocking on Door

The Last Thing I Remember

There is a knock at the door. I’m sure it is them.
I always knew they would want me back again.
My soul is too free, my mind is too opened,
And I’m still letting secrets slip out of my pen.
So, this is it, this is the last page I’m creasing.
They won’t go away, the pounding’s increasing.
I hear a shout and a smash, the door releasing.
Then a bang, smell of gas, and I think I’m sleeping….

© Christopher Allen Breidinger

Excerpt from the book “Poet Christopher’s
Scenes, Dreams, and Golden Schemes”

Now Available for purchase $13.95 at:
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Photo Credit: © 2/Barbara Penoyar/Ocean/Corbis



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