An empty shell he does sit
Reality hasn’t yet hit
This he knows he doesn’t want
His future does continue to haunt
For his heart belongs elsewhere
He looks to the skies blue to stare
Imagines himself far away
He sheds tears for yesterday
For an empty she he’ll always feel
If kept a prisoner still
In a place he feels apart
This soulless place rips his heart
A shadow he is of who he should be
Gaoled in a hell trying to break free
He keeps the faith though, he has to
In doing so he feels he’s nothing to lose
This empty shell shall soon be free
Filled with life as meant to be
A new person he’ll finally become
Living under a smiling sun
Published by
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...''
View all posts by Darren Greenidge
Caliburnus Rises 