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 MOSAIC by Satish Verma
- drunkenness.html
- Polyphemus poem – Alfred Austin
- Smoke Off by Shel Silverstein
- Come Into the Garde, Maud poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XXIX poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- It Is No Spirit Who From Heaven Hath Flown by William Wordsworth
- one_sweet_white_light.html
- Book Fourth [Summer Vacation] by William Wordsworth
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Человек
- Robert Burns: Verses To Clarinda: Sent with a Pair of Wine-Glasses.
- English Poetry. Thomas Moore. From “The Odes of Anacreon”. Ode 66. Томас Мур.
- Михаил Лермонтов – Чаша жизни
- Climbing poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Британишский – Очереди
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