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
- I Hoed and Trenched and Weeded poem – A. E. Housman
- An Answer poem – Alfred Austin
- Robert Burns: Epistle To Davie, A Brother Poet:
- A Poem For Ashleigh (July) by Stevens Cadet
- I Didn’t Apologize to the Well by Mahmoud Darwish
- The Gardener LV: It Was Mid-Day by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Pigeons Fly by Mahmoud Darwish
- Monologue Of A Commercial Fisherman
- Владимир Высоцкий – Я сказал врачу: “Я за все плачу!”
- Something by Robert Creeley
- Шекспир – Что, если бы я право заслужил – Сонет 125
- Letter To A Purist by Sylvia Plath
- A man said to the universe: by Stephen Crane
- After-Thought by William Wordsworth
- A poodle and a hound by Victoria Rose
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