Its Just Gone Midnight

I talk about feelings
Unashamed by them
They are real, I feel them
Why try to hide
Just be free and talk
Express yourself
Don’t let others hinder you
Talk, feel its beautiful
Part of the human experience
Don’t lock it up
Like some shameful dirty secret
Its ok to feel
Maybe I’m a little sentimental
Or growing senile
Speaking without being heard
Like a ranting maniac
In touch with nothing
But the thought of a feeling
I talk too much
But I’m honest
At least to myself
Who else can say that
I’ve loved and cried
I still feel that way
My clocks a little fast

poem by Matthew Holloway
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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