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
- Incommunicado by Sylvia Plath
- Ode On Melancholy poem – John Keats poems
- The Wise Builder by William Somervile
- Sonnet Of Motherhood XXIX poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg by William Wordsworth
- The Coquette by William Somervile
- And the days are not full enough poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Our Father’s Works by William Barnes
- A Carta/The Letter by Soaroir de Campos
- Across the Street from the Whitmore Home for Girls, 1949 by Rachel McKibbens
- Ballade Of Dead Ladies poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Станислав Востоков – Не хочется отцу и маме
- My Mistress Commanding Me to Return Her Letters. by Thomas Carew
- Владимир Высоцкий – Сказка о несчастных сказочных персонажах
- Breather by Vishü Rita Krocha
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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).
