The year almost over
The year almost done
So much that was broken
Under a merciless sun
Promises were achieved
Things were completed
Not enough time to finish
This year wasn’t defeated
Tears did flow
Frustrations came thick
No direction where to go
Hit a wall made of brick
Tired eyes and a tired heart
Rule this poor soul
But so much still to start
To become new and whole
So as the new year approaches
Fast and in a fury
This lonely heart has no coaches
To guide them to a new story
So the chapter begins very soon
New and fresh again
Time to knuckle down to bloom
A new life to mix and blend
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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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