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
- Gareth And Lynette poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- The Plunge poem – Ezra Pound poems
- An Early Audience at the Palace of Light. (Harmonizing a poem for Secretary Jia Zhi.) by Wang Wei
- In Tara’s Halls by William Butler Yeats
- Mesopotamia by Rudyard Kipling
- The Aloe
- Meäry Wedded by William Barnes
- Оливер Голдсмит – Пыл упований людям дан
- Вера Павлова – Попытка не пытка
- The Coronet poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Post coitum omne animal triste est sive gallus et mulier by T. Wignesan.
- Requiem for Two by Vinko Kalinić
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Отчаяние
- I Travelled among Unknown Men by William Wordsworth
- Song: Eternity of Love Protested by Thomas Carew
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Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
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