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A Bed of Lies

I’ve awoken on the wrong side of the bed.
Last night, a dream surfaced memories I’d locked away in a shed.
And like a hydra, they reared their ugly heads.
I look over at the empty spot that was once her stead. 
And I remember the morning light that would make her hair look red. 
A realization: I mourn the loss of who she was more than the relationship instead. 
But nonetheless, it’s difficult to forget. 
She’d lay right there, this girl I thought I’d wed. 
And between us, a sea of truths left unsaid. 
Like a horse to the water, I was led.
A storm formed, a lie at the eye, calm, but deception it was fed.
The words ring true, “Man does not live by just bread”.
And though knowledge of the truth I may dread,
I’m drowning in this sea, if I wish to survive, I must tread. 
The truth hurts. Better believe I bled.
But once again I’ve awoken from my bed. 
It’s a blessing I’m not dead. 


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