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
- Hummingbird by Nicole M Nugent
- Salutation poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Алексей Толстой – Растянулся на просторе
- Олег Бундур – Что будет, если
- Кондратий Рылеев – Не вчера ли в хороводе
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- The Last Summer by Subhash Misra
- Adieu…, adieu…. by Vladimir Marku
- On Seeing The Elgin Marbles For The First Time poem – John Keats poems
- Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H. poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Sonnet LXVI by William Shakespeare
- Fragment—Her Flwoing Locks by Robert Burns
- Book Seventh [Residence in London] by William Wordsworth
- Speaking the Language of Deer by Martin Willitts Jr.
- Fragment of a Greek Tragedy poem – A. E. Housman
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