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
- Жан Расин – Когда мы вышли из Трезенских врат
- The Imperfect Lover by Siegfried Sassoon
- Since That Summer by Mike Yuan
- Live Inspired With Famous Inspiring Quotes
- Олег Чупров – На предназначенной орбите
- In The Stilness O’ The Night by William Barnes
- Владимир Маяковский – Переворот в Германии (Роста №42)
- In Springtime by Rudyard Kipling
- For This
- Fortune-Hunter, The – Canto 3 by William Somervile
- Robert Burns: Highland Harry Back Again:
- Олег Бундур – Просьба
- Владимир Корнилов – Вечер Гарри Каспарова в Политехническом
- was it you, mooon? by Raj Arumugam
- William Ellery Leonard – William Ellery Leonard
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Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
