The man fast closing in on thirty so soon
Thinks on the uncertain future that looms
Wondering where he’ll end up and be
If only the future he could in his mind see
Time an enemy, but can be a friend
He hopes it’s kind, that good things it sends
The past year he had a way out of his hell
But he as usual did his soul to sell
Now he’s stuck in the same vicious circle
Other people’s problems to him they hurtle
Mostly those with no money, no direction
They bleed his soul, cut him to precise incision
To him rich in all things they think
But he has nothing, he also does sink
He though can never say no
Doing good is what he was taught so
To do the right thing is all he wants
To see a smile, not a face that haunts
But again and again they come to him
Make him feel bad for their own sins
All he wants is his own life to live
But taken away is his own belief
By those that hold him chained
To boundaries that cause him pain
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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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