I Know from My Bed, a poem by Michael Lee Johnson

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
rom 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, Itasca, Illinois has been published in over 25 countries and is editor/publisher of five poetry sites. Visit his website at: http://poetryman.mysite.com./. His books From Which Place the Morning Rises, and his new photo version of The Lost American: from Exile to Freedom and chapbooks are available to purchase at: http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/promomanusa. Chapbook, Challenge of Night and Day, and Chicago Poems: http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/challenge-of-night-and-day-and-chicago-poems-(night)/12443733. The original version of The Lost American: from Exile to Freedom, (ISBN: 978-0-59546-091-5), can be found at: http://bookstore.iuniverse.com/Products/SKU-000058168/The-Lost-American.aspx. Also Barnes & Noble, and Amazon.com.

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