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
- Sonnet III: Look In Thy Glass, and Tell the Face Thou Viewest by William Shakespeare
- A Token by Robert Creeley
- Five Songs – II by W H Auden
- Гавриил Державин – Задумчивость
- The Despair
- English Poetry. William Barnes. Second Collection. The Heäre. Уильям Барнс.
- Владимир Британишский – О, растенья-пустынники дюнных песков
- Least In A List
- The Watchman
- Михаил Лермонтов – Баллада (из Байрона)
- The Lost Star — English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Cotton and Corn by Thomas Moore
- Василий Курочкин – Мы всё смешное косим, косим
- Владимир Маяковский – Помните
- The Picture Of Little T.C. In A Prospect Of Flowers poem – Andrew Marvell poems
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