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
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- Exmoor poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Appeal by Ndue Ukaj
- Le Verbe Etre poem – Andre Breton poems
- The Day Is Gone, And All Its Sweets Are Gone poem – John Keats poems
- The Geography of the House by W H Auden
- To His Noble Friend, Mr. Richard Lovelace, Upon His Poems poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman
- Sonet 52 by William Alexander
- Last Poem by Ted Berrigan
- Олег Бундур – Деревенская история
- Love Gregor; Or, The Lass Of Lochroyan poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Олег Бундур – Папа и родительское собрание
- Sonnet 123: No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change by William Shakespeare
- The Wind In Woone’s Feäce by William Barnes
- Polly Be-en Upzides Wi’ Tom by William Barnes
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