Tired, so tired is he
War of words he wants free
Tired, so tired is he
These words grow like
A corrupted tree
Tired, so tired of this
War of words not bliss
Tire, so tired of this
These words sting him
They never miss
Tired, so tired of it all
These war of words that fall
Tired, so tired of it all
He hates the way they
Destroy his call
Tired, so tired, he slips away
These war of words they do fade
Tired, so tired, he slips away
The hurt him too much, these
Words they did say
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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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