Matthew Holloway Poems

I dreamt of being in a bar
Someplace in New York city
It was raining heavy
Water beat the windows and pavements
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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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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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So, so this is the end
I feel no fight remaining
See no rhyme nor reason
To face another day
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I should be tired of writing
About love and a wonderful life
About great romance and adventure
I should feel the rage and bitterness
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I walk through the town
past closed down shops
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Who'd want to be a writer
Beset by this madness
And all these sleepless nights
Trying in vain to capture
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Pools of emerald green
And the purest blue
Beckon me to bathe
In waters of poetry
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As a flower kisses the sun
A a bird sings such sweet melody
As colour and life springs anew
In the Forrest and meadows
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We are both beneath the same sky
We are stood upon the same island
We are looking upon a different view
We are apart in distance it is true
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