Matthew Holloway Poems

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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It's a very British way of life
We do not complain all the time
Sadly I cannot sit back no more
While I watch democracy die
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The notebook sits open
Turned to the page of the latest poem
Hastily scribbled in shorthand
Asterisks and brackets make note
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From the isle she came
Light footed across still waters
Through a mist of mystery
Unto these mortal shores
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I had a girl
I pushed her away
I betrayed her trust
I lost my forever day
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As the sun goes down
And the shadows creep in
I am left with a nothingness
No feeling or thought
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And there I were
Amid the darkest night
As a storm raged
I was beaten by winds
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Soon I will be but a memory
Gone away from your hands touch
Away from you beautiful eyes
Silent to the air about you
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A literary story
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scrap pieces of paper
scribbled words
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Some flowers don't bloom in this garden
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All is not as it seems in this garden
whatever the weather of summer
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