People drift by drab
Buildings everyday
Like wraith’s in limbo
They meld and fade
Eyes dead to the world
They are in
Never know where they’re
Going or where they’ve been
Empty and soulless they
Float on by
Ghost one and all
They inwardly cry
Wailing moans can
Sometimes be heard
In this grey town
Nothing to be learned
Even the birds seem to
Have flown away
Looking for life and colour
Not this town’s grey
They fly high and far
Searching wide
But the same grey ghost
Towns do they so find
This grey town everywhere
It is
This grey town does
Sadly exist
No life, no work
Everything closed
Shutters are up in
Towns full of ghosts
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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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