He’s out once again
In pubs with his friends
Hours pass from day to night
Relaxed he is, a happy sight
He plays the games
His humour of fame
And a drinker of legend
No anger does he vent
But look close if you will
Look deeper still
For he wears a mask perfect
Eyes tell a story if met
No-one sees him true
No-one cares enough to
As he skilfully avoids all
By letting others themselves talk
Deep down he’s lost
Complex roads he does cross
So many paths he walks alone
This his destiny cast by stone
He’s taken for granted too
But doesn’t seem to mind by who
Hated by few, loved by many
He’d give away his last penny
But his thoughts are deep
Sometimes low they steep
As he sees all before him
Others in ignorant bliss again
So the sociable loner goes his way
From his friends does he fade
Family too care little to see
This ghost of a man who shall always be
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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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“Deep down he’s lost/Complex roads he does cross ..” so deep his pain some day to surface – how real this is, well expressed.
Bless you, thank you. Yeah, I see so many of these people who muddle on and won’t talk because no-one will listen. It’s the world we live in. Very sad.