He paces the room frustrated
His appetite not sated
He’s feeling so very low
Why ask if you don’t want to know?
She’s taken a call from a friend
Asking her how her day went
But within seconds the subject changed
From that person who is to her so fake
He is now angry from pointless questions
He no longer counts his blessings
For friends and family don’t really care
They never listen to his heart that tears
Now alone at home she sits
Her life could be better, not in the pits
But no-one around to listen or play
Why go on another day?
Both are close to breaking point
Both need a new life to anoint
But so stuck in their pointless lives
No matter how hard they both have tried
Why do people ask how you are?
Why do they ask is your life hard?
Why do they ask are you okay?
If they don’t listen anyway
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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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Caliburnus Rises 
lovely piece.i do remember asking myself this same question once. lovely
Thank you!! Needs to be asked more than once at times.