Tired of everything
He goes out
Away from home
A lot to think about
So much on his mind
As he walks away
His thoughts blind
This week, this day
All too much for him
His mind full
Of regret again
Oh what a fool!
His mood dark
And crowded much
Walks by dogs that bark
He in a rush
For the pub he
Heads this day
Clear his mind free
There he’ll probably stay
Drowning the daemon
Is his way out
Darkness and light as one
From inferno’s hell
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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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