At 3 a.m. I awake
to silence and open my eyes,
it takes a second to
adjust to the dark,
and a few more
hours until sunrise.
An injured back
means I carefully
get out of bed,
I feel the floor
with my foot,
making sure to miss
the book I’ve read.
Upright I stand with
some degree of pain,
cross to the window
and look out
to see has it rained.
None the wiser
I head down the stairs
switch on a light
which illuminates
the room like a bright flare.
Afraid to sit down
in case I get stuck
I lean against the wall
cursing my luck.
How can I tell her
what I have done wrong?
that it was lies
I had told her all along.

There is scope for so many perceptions.!
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Yup, those lies will catch up with you sooner or later. What a heck of a way to wake up at 3:00 AM!! You had my back hurting, just reading this poem. Well done!
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Poignant! ❤️🦋🌀
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great reflection of pure essence! wow!
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