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
- Carrion Comfort poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- Николай Заболоцкий – Ночь в лесу
- Владимир Британишский – В пыльном, душном, купеческом
- The Lads in Their Hundreds poem – A. E. Housman
- A Shropshire Lad poem – John Betjeman poems | Poems and Poetry
- To A Husband poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet. The Human Seasons poem – John Keats poems
- The Nap Taker by Shel Silverstein
- The Inn Of Earth by Sara Teasdale
- Island-Hearth by M. Ivana Trevisani Bach
- The Fires by Rudyard Kipling
- houses.html
- How to Survive After Losing a Loved One
- An Early Audience at the Palace of Light. (Harmonizing a poem for Secretary Jia Zhi.) by Wang Wei
- In the Nower poem – Amy Levy poems | Poems and Poetry
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