Matthew Holloway Poems

Tomorrow
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I’m always told to wait
That tomorrow it may come
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I had sought death
Selfishly and without mercy
I sought an escape
From my own mortality
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A landscape, a scene
Only painted in memory
Where once was light and colour
The greenery and the flowers
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Your smile breaks me
Leads to to smile and cry
Tears so bittersweet
A taste of such joy
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We were stood on a bridge
Overlooking a river
In some old European city
The kind where statues and architecture
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It plays quick
A rapid beat
To and through
The heart we share
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The afternoon is just beginning
The air is cold and breath vapour
Still rises to greet the world
Coats are pulled up close, tight
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It is cruel, almost mocking
The daily battle against this emotion
The feeling unrelenting twists
Barbs of broken dreams into the soul
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Another cup, pour it
Hit me with that coffee strike
Let me intoxicate myself
On the aroma and strength
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Let me be
Leave me here
Brooding over a typewriter
Half drunk clutching
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