Matthew Holloway

Gold Star - 6,815 Points (10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

On Why I Write - Poem by Matthew Holloway

Why is it that I write?
Is it so I don't go mad?
Some people find me a little strange
But I have openly accepted that way
of life, living, writing, toying with sanity
Madness itself could be art
A beautiful expression of a wild soul
unhinged and free to exist
perhaps in writing I suppress that
or embrace it, I fail to remember which
Are there little pieces of thoughts
Wicked and beautiful in contrast
To a wonderful backdrop of nothing
That enjoy such gamesmanship
why is it that I write?
all of this and more besides

Topic(s) of this poem: poetry

Comments about On Why I Write by Matthew Holloway

  • Kelly Kurt (4/5/2015 4:53:00 PM)

    Wow! Matthew, you pretty much defined my reasons as well. Great job. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 5, 2015

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