It hurts this
Broken heart
Twisting
Turning
Burning
Yearning
For something more
Something more
A cold blade
Slices through
Slices
Tears
Rips
Cuts
Cuts so deep
Into all
Broken-hearted he
Broken soul
Lost
Alone
Afraid
Cold
So so cold
He’s astray
He screams inside
His head
Yells
Shouts
Rants
Roars
No-one hears
His inner voice
He walks alone
This path
Alone
Always
Is
He
On this lonely
Empty road
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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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