Matthew Holloway

Gold Star - 6,519 Points (10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

In The Shadow Of The Afternoon - Poem by Matthew Holloway

there are those days
where you sit screaming
only for silence to fill the room
days when you could easily
beat your fists against walls
till they bleed and the blood just stops
days when every hour is counted
in a slow monotony
and each breath seems to weigh
your body, lungs down
where muscles ache and the mind
tries in vain to wander, forget
yes there are those days
I know them all too well
I've drank through them
slept and cried and lied
a pretence to myself
when in truth
those days
I just survived them

Topic(s) of this poem: life

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 20, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, March 20, 2015

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