It’s all change again I now know
Friends busy in life, the do come and go
So where does that leave me, staying still?
Does anyone know or care how I feel?
I think of the past in rapturous delight
But in the end it’s just a sad sight
My inner eye see’s all that was good
Wants to replicate it all, not that it could
I’m connected to people in so many ways
All ask lots of me, begging me to stay
But this lonely soul needs more to see
It needs to fly and try to be free
Trapped though it feels like on countless times
All I can do is sit and write these rhymes
For no freedom within reach does it feel
This lonely spirit a prisoner still
I live in hope for better days
Without this faith my eyes would glaze
And a zombie I would become, lost
Like everyone else I would become a ghost
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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...''
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