Matthew Holloway Poems

I see them still
In the morning shower
Or during gardening in the summer
The faint scars of my past
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Be it drink or drugs
Music or a picturesque scene
The sound of birds, children laughing
Desires of the flesh
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The houses of parliament and lords
Beside the clock tower and river
Tradition and history set in stone
In service of the queen and people
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The hours of the previous evening
Drained through the room
Where sleepless I lay in the dark
Twisting, turning, sitting up, laying down
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An early morning rise
Kettle on, grains in cup
Sleep rubbed from eyes
Phone checked for messages
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The sound of the sea
Flows from speakers
Volume kept low
And the lights switched
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Enslaved to this
led by innate desire
Through sleepless nights
Where thoughts play, dance
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Carried in the salt air
In which the gull does glide
And tides roll in and away
The crisp breath of the earth
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You crept silently into my dreams
Like a shadow unseen
You made a home in my heart
One which you would never see
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