Midnight Mess Poem by Matthew Holloway

A madness stalk's these thoughts
in the late, lonesome hour of the night
where only the message boards
offer conversation of any sort
never in-depth or deeply philosophical
never meaningful nor caring
just a machine gun rattle of words
its awful when the heart sings
when it wishes to dance and play
and alone I lay in silent thoughts
with a love deeply sewn within
how can such beauty be cruel
this is why a madness like this exists
to inspire those poets and writers
to create a world such as this
midnight wonderment
of the sleepless soul