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
- A Pastoral Upon The Birth of Prince Charles: Presented to the King, and Set by Mr Nic. Laniere by Robert Herrick
- Аля Кудряшева – Это просто слишком длинная осень
- Огюст Барбье – Прогресс
- Two Months by Rudyard Kipling
- The Soundless Ocean by Tanmoy
- Аля Кудряшева – Тяжело деревьям зимой
- Константин Бальмонт – Четыре источника
- A Celebration by William Carlos Williams
- Gray Dawn by Satish Verma
- The Storm by Rainbow Reed
- Олег Бундур – Папа возмущается
- Алексей Жемчужников – Радостные куплеты
- Степан Щипачев – Потомкам
- To His Dead Body by Siegfried Sassoon
- intertwined by rachel wright
Some external links:
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).
