I Know From my Bed
by Michael Lee Johnson
Sometimes I feel
like a sad sack-
a worn out old man
with clown facial wrinkles.
I know when I reflect,
stare out my window
at the snow falling
from my bed,
my back to yours,
reflecting on my pain-
ignoring yours-
I isolate your love,
lose your touch
to another-
forgetting,
it is our bed,
not mine,
that I lie in.
Michael Lee Johnson
1531 W Irving Park Rd, 212C
Itasca, Illinois USA 60143-1542
promomanusa()gmail.com
End of the poem
15 random poems
- The Portrait by Siegfried Sassoon
- Epistle to a Young Friend by Robert Burns
- Владимир Костров – Вот женщина с седыми волосами
- A Welcome by William Browne
- I Begin To Think by Satish Verma
- Омар Хайям – Ад и рай
- Scots Prologue for Mr. Sutherland by Robert Burns
- The Fall by Russell Edson
- The Huntsmen by Walter de la Mare
- The Challenge: A Court Ballad poem – Alexander Pope
- Lucy by William Wordsworth
- To The Rev. Mr. Newton : An Invitation Into The Country by William Cowper
- Politics by William Butler Yeats
- Farewell To Florida by Wallace Stevens
- Epistle to the Rev. John M’Math by Robert Burns
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