Because he’s searching through the eyes of loneliness
He misses what is right in front of him
Looking for a cub, usually finding a lioness
Time he learned to see beyond the rim
Mistakes he’s made so many times in the past
This he knows he’ll do blinded by being lonely
His life a stage and he an extra in a confused cast
No soft sand for him to walk, only one that’s stoney
Desperate to feel the comfort of a companion
He’ll take anything that comes up the path
Even if the gulf is huge like the grand canyon
He just wants to embrace and laugh
Being lonely for him is his curse he knows
This road he travels not his choice but on it his is
Maybe he’ll find something that glows
Then this life he’ll not miss
He knows though that he should be patient and wait
Fill his life with things to busy his mind
Then one day someone will come along as is fate
His eyes will be open, not like now so blind
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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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