Poetry

Where Does It Come From?

For the past two weeks now he has been confident in himself
So much so that he feels he can take on the world
This feeling of indestructibility is like a drug he felt
No more hiding away for him, no more need to up and curl

The girl, bullied and harassed for years
She finally wakes up to all going on around her
With no more need to shed her silent tears
Now her anger they’ll all feel as her emotions stir

There’s a man in a factory who just does his job
Doing as he’s told, he works away
No hassles or moaning from him, avoiding eyes from the top
But something deep within him wants his say

He’ll snap one day though when the time’s right
Like many others in the world that need change
It’ll come for them all to go and fight
Where does it all come from, this inner rage?

Most of us we meander about the earth lost
All without direction we wonder where we’re going
At what price is our life worth, at what cost?
Our emotions depend on which way the wind is blowing

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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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