He stares into the void
The past year he didn’t even try
Too much gone to waste
Time speeds along with haste
A mixture of emotions is he
What he had should’ve set him free
But mistakes did he make
Advantage of did they take?
He blames himself and no-one else
His soul he felt he did sell
Now about to once again
The next few days he does dread
He should’ve gone when he had the chance
He should’ve stood firm in his stance
Happy he could’ve been elsewhere
Without a worry, without a care
But guilty he was made to feel
In others lives all too real
He forgot himself and his dream
Nothing is as it should’ve been
So all he has left is his belief
His faith in himself that he’ll break free
To go and see with new eyes to live
A new happiness he hopes the world to give
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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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