In her home anew
Where not she feels true
This soulless abode she took
Not in her heart she looked
For now she feels apart
For this isn’t in her heart
A home she wanted to be free
A place she could be
But rushed in like a fool
Going against her rule
So a prisoner she now feels
In this place her heart does chill
Forced there by circumstance
She feels but pierced by a lance
So all she can do is but dream
Of a home by a stream
Not far from the sea
With sandy beaches as far as the eye can see
And mountains and waterfalls
This is her heart and souls call
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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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Caliburnus Rises 
beautiful creation!! 😀
ah, thank you. It was good to write too.