Poetry

Confession To The Priest

All I see around me is confusion and depression
People come to me as if I’m a priest for Confession
Their problems immersed into my brain
Because from this they no I have nothing to gain

The weight of their world is on my shoulders
Like carrying the size of immense boulders
What is it about me they continually see
That they tell all in their hearts to me

I’m not qualified in any way
I’m no Superman who saves the day
I’ll listen, nod and never judge
Funny though, my life doesn’t matter a fudge

Still, that’s the way of the world today
People are self absorbed in so many ways
But I’ll always be a closed door, used to it now
So don’t get angry with me, don’t have a cow

As someone sang, I’ll be there for you
Just remember that I’m human too
That sometimes I need my freedom and space
That I need to do things at my own pace

‘Tis a lonely life sometimes as this Priest
Confession time is something I look forward to least
But always open for friends and strangers too
Family as always, just not too soon

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Darren Greenidge

I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life. I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones. Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible. My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love. I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''

4 thoughts on “Confession To The Priest”

  1. “Don’t tell me about it!” – No seriously now, a lovely poem. I completely understand what you write about, as I’m that way to, a bit of a go-to-guy. I’m sure you’re life is more than fudge though 🙂

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  2. Put it this way, Life for me has its interesting moments as well as annoying ones too, hence the poetry. It does a lot for the soul doesn’t it to vent those frustrations. Your work though is far superior to mine as you have style and grace which I shall put up on your site! Thank you though for all your kind words. It helps that someone likes them, but to understand them gives me a sense of achievement, that I’ve hit home so to speak.
    Somehow I’ve liked my own work by mistake and have no idea how to remove it! Got a bit excitable today as I’m writing a short story too to go on here!

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  3. Thank you for your kind words, though I wouldn’t go talking of superiority. I’ve always found poetry to be very interactive, and like music, it’s what the reader/listener makes of a piece that actually makes it something.

    I, like you, find writing quite therapeutic and I think it’s a good outlet and way to say things not so explicitly. For me, London life is too cluttered, and poetry is a nice way to focus.

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