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
- Robert Burns: The Calf: To the Rev. James Steven, on his text, Malachi, ch. iv. vers. 2. “And ye shall go forth, and grow up, as Calves of the stall.”
- Attitude: Don Juan in the Shopping Mall by S. K. Kelen
- Олег Бундур – Учительница открыла журнал
- Do You Know What Its Like
- A Song by Thomas Carew
- Fly Fly Butterfly
- Quarrel In Old Age by William Butler Yeats
- Николай Языков – Жизни баловень счастливый
- The Mower’s Song poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Владимир Гиппиус – Писать стихи
- WATER LILLIES AND ADVICE by PEGGY AYLSWORTH
- Владимир Вишневский – Нервическая песнь
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- Stupid by Raymond Carver
- Autumn Fires by Robert Louis Stevenson
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