The Morning before the Last

A Chapter by lawrence bear

Chapter Twenty-Six

I pull myself away from my dream state, and stare blankly at the house for a second, then glance one last time at the pink sky. My body gives in, sorrow once again makes it’s presence known. Sadness falls upon me like rain drops in a howling wind, that stings on impact. I enter into my place of refuge, my den. I sit at my desk, looking onto a book, with pages that were once left blank.

A bottle in front of me,

A bottle, I easily brush aside.

A journal awaits more life.

As I sit here, collecting my memories from another time.

I think about my past, about a time when everything seemed to have changed. When it seemed the world had waged war with my heart. I open to a new page; I stare at it and read what I have written so far. I think of what those words the doc had challenged me with. The words that once haunted me, that once tore at my aching soul.

I Am At The Edge,

Carnage within.

For a long time I have searched for the right words, for a long time they escaped my grasp. I look at the words scribbled in my book, it waits for life beyond it, and memories now cascade once more.

This time…

The words unfold …

And this time, I begin writing my story… passages taken from before.

My title came almost on instant,

A time of when it was.

The Morning before the Last.

Memories… shift in and out of my minds eye. They are like a changing channel on the television. Changing, changing, changing, life seems to whirl us back in time unexpectedly. My dreams are filled with this ever so changing channel; pictures I… at one time… wanted to forget.

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