Awoke to
A dark day
Clouds black
And grey
Moody are
They
Spirits are
Low
But faith
Is high
Then dealt
The hammer-blow
Nowhere to
Go
Nowhere to
Stay
He pays for
A crime today
Nothing he did
To warrant
This
He just tried
To live
His life
Now though the
World
Has turned
Against him
With full
Fury
Tears well
Through
Frustrations anger
Torn is he
Battered and
Crushed
On his own
As always
On his own
Ahead dark days
So alone
So alone
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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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