Matthew Holloway Poems

The town is quiet, empty
Street lights cast shadows
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As a writer and a reader
Of a craft I claim as an art
I ask a question, the question
Many of my like have asked before
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Perhaps you don't realise
Or I fail to make it clear
But There is one thing forever constant
And that is me wanting you
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The miner-bird
Appears content in his little world
Watching beyond the bars and whistling
Wanting for nothing except
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There is something far more compelling
Than those endless odes to love
Than high piled tributes to another
Claims of souls eternally bound
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I sat upon the shore of the Danube
Watching the light of a city play out
The countless stories of countless lives
I marvelled at the buildings of old
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Insomnia they call it
Through the late hour
Where sleep evades the mind
And in the dark thoughts gather
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Heartbreak arrives like a wave upon rocks
In the midst of a storm
A raging slam to the heart and soul
Caught between the cold of the rock
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Happy ever after
Is there such a thing as this
Or is it a myth of fairy tails
Does great love conquer all
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Should I be concerned by my numbers
My friend count, the likes on my posts
How many followers do i have this week
Who if any have commented on my poems
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