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
- Job by Nelly Sachs
- Николай Гумилев – Неоромантическая сказка
- Иван Варавва – Кубань
- Ольга Берггольц – Она дарить любила
- Rich Days by William Henry Davies
- Whiteness I Remember by Sylvia Plath
- Robert Burns: Lines To A Gentleman,: Who had sent the Poet a Newspaper, and offered to continue it free of Expense.
- CROSSING THE DEAF by Satish Verma
- Николай Заболоцкий – Последняя любовь
- Germs. by Walt Whitman
- Ольга Седакова – Азаровка
- Before The Snow poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Маски
- Golgotha by Siegfried Sassoon
- Blithe Dreams Arise To Greet Us by William Ernest Henley
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