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
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- The Vaïces That Be Gone by William Barnes
- Dreadful by Shel Silverstein
- The Sultans Palace
- My Daughter by Preeth Nambiar
- A Bowl Of Roses by William Ernest Henley
- Владимир Высоцкий – Марш студентов-физиков
- children039s_eyes.html
- Robert Burns: Fragment Of Song:
- Climbing poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Высоцкий – Дорожный дневник: Часть II
- angel_of_better_days_to_come.html
- Light The Festive Candles
- Mr. Mistoffelees by T. S. Eliot
- Eternity by William Blake
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