He listens, sure he heard something
Whispers in the wind
He turns his head, heard his name
Those whispers by his ear
Whispers fly across the land
To those that listen
Across the mountains they do glide
Like wraith’s without a home
The whispers look for those
That need them wide and far
Surfing on the waves
Their song does louder grow
Whispers here, whispers there
Does anyone truly hear
Does anyone really listen
These ghost voices wandering
A girl on a train is heading home
Nodding off to sleep
A whisper does to her come
Her dreams out of reach
A man has given up on his future
He decides to be a slave
The system where he belongs
He doesn’t hear the whisper
Listen hard, listen clear
To that lost voice
Disembodied, lost, searching
For you, this whisper so belongs
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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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