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
- Evening by Rainer Maria Rilke
- Morning Song by Sylvia Plath
- The Heart Of The Woman by William Butler Yeats
- The Innovator by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Олег Бундур – Зимнее утро
- Bible Study by Tony Hoagland
- Олег Бундур – Спешу
- Владимир Маяковский – Трудовая взаимопомощь инвентарем (Агитплакаты)
- Ольга Ермолаева – За Волгой, ударившись озем
- The Hosts
- Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow by Sara Teasdale
- The Three Monuments by William Butler Yeats
- This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful. by Walt Whitman
- Twenty-Four Hokku On A Modern Theme poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Remorse by Siegfried Sassoon
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