Storming out the door
Slamming it shut behind him
He wonders what he’s fighting for
Wonders at all he’s seen?
Anger pure of heart
Rules his mood right now
He needs to be apart
He just doesn’t know how?
Too long a worrier
He has been he knows
Time to shine on, not to blur
Time for him to glow
Better the devil you know
They say, better the devil
He’ll never again go that low
Spits in the eye and revels!
Life’s too short to stay still
He knows only too well
He’ll never be over the hill
For that would be hell
And to hell with them all he says
What do they know
Critical, nasty, horrible things
These words with him they play
It used to get to him not long ago
But now he cares not
For this journey is his alone
His mind he won’t rot!
Better the devil you know you’ll find?
”What the hell!” he says
”Away from me you’re dead inside
Away from me and fade…”
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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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