By Michael Lee Johnson
ROSE PETALS IN A DARK ROOM I’m but a poet of this ministry, rose petals in a dark room fall. Everyone’s life is a conflict. But mine is mastery of light and neon night and I walk behind these footsteps of no one. RAIN In the rain, this thunder on his way home, he rebelled. He a disco dancer, High school dropout. DECEMBER HOLIDAYS December 24th I find footprints in this snow, yours frozen, with our broken dreams.
Michael Lee Johnson is a poet, freelance writer, amateur photographer, and small business owner in Itasca, DuPage County, Illinois. Mr. Johnson is published in more than 2033 new publications. His poems have appeared in 42 countries; he edits and publishes ten poetry sites.
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