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
- To Beatrice Stuart–Wortley Ætat poem – Alfred Austin
- Meäry Wedded by William Barnes
- Омар Хайям – Когда ветер у розы подол разорвет
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Дом в цветах
- Иннокентий Анненский – Еврипид. Троянки (перевод)
- Blithe Dreams Arise To Greet Us by William Ernest Henley
- To Homer poem – John Keats poems
- Владислав Крапивин – Под ветрами нам плыть
- Address to the shade of Thomson by Robert Burns
- Robert Burns: On The Seas And Far Away:
- The Easter Egg Hunt by Roger Turner
- Clemente’s Images by Robert Creeley
- Traveling Through The Dark by William Stafford
- Николай Огарев – Выпьем, что ли, Ваня
- Heaven, an envious home by Mahak Raithatha S
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