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
- Огюст Барбье – Мельпомена
- The Dead Woman poem – Pablo Neruda
- Sonnet 109: O, never say that I was false of heart by William Shakespeare
- The Poor Fisherman
- Иван Дмитриев – Слепец, Собака его и Школьник
- How Sweet I Roam’d by William Blake
- Surprised By Joy by William Wordsworth
- Be With Those Who Help Your Being by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- intertwined by rachel wright
- Жан де Лафонтен – Два Мула
- The Oak and the Rose by Shel Silverstein
- Percy Janes Boarding The Bus
- Passing Breeze by Rabindranath Tagore
- Федор Сваровский – Пришельцы убили всех
- Ashore
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