Matthew Holloway Poems

Dreams are a hindrance
A distraction from life
Somethings are never to be
Be it that love affair
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Bound by pen and ambition
The choice to write as a free man
The subject matter and style
Kept caged within the mind
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My words fall dry upon the tongue
As I thirst for both wine and love
A kiss of both grape and flesh
To quench my eternal longing
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Watching the roulette wheel spin
Thinking about each possible outcome
Spinning that last coin between your fingers
And considering each win and loss
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It as as yet unknown
As to who you may be
Still I wish to capture these lines
Our pasts shall not matter
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Capture me
In the net of your verse
Ensnare me in poetry
Keep me reading
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So this is it
Silent rooms
An empty bed
The final years passing
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I chanced my hand my heart
Reached out to another
In the hope of something, anything
To kiss the unknown future
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We are not all tall, dark and handsome
Gym goers, professional self groomers
Watching the fashion trends and keeping up
With the nine to five job in the city
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So, so this is the end
I feel no fight remaining
See no rhyme nor reason
To face another day
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