She thinks on someone gone
Gone far far away
She misses them with all her
Heart, every single day
Tears of the past do fall
Even more so of late
For she sees them everywhere
Even with the food on her plate
They were taken away
By the reaper so cruel
He took them with cancer
His sack of souls never full
She cries for those sadly past
Gone to the land of the dead
She wishes they were there with her
But they are only in her heart and head
So much they should’ve seen
They, she hopes would be proud
But taken away far too early
By death and his hounds
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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 
very touching
Bless you, thank you.
nice piece. enjoyed it
Thank you! It was good to write.