Look at him
Eyes of lead
Lost is he
Fish eyes dead
Soulless
A slave is he
Those fish eyes
Cannot see
Too long
Head low
Spark has gone
Nowt to show
He does as
He’s told
Always has
Never bold
Taxes, bills
So much more
Life in the way
Prisoner of laws
No escape for
Fish eyes
A prisoner he
No tears he cries
Made by conformity
By governments
And others
Trapped by them
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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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