Alone he sits at home
Wondering where it went wrong?
How he lost his way
Where he could’ve gone?
Tired, so tired is he
Of all the fighting in life
He just wants to run away
Away from life to hide
Conforming isn’t his way
Shuffling along in invisible chains
But invisible he becomes anyway
A number melting into the rain
He takes a battering from all
Family, friends, lovers
Keeping his thoughts inside
Deep, so deep, it smothers
He wants so much to be free
But stuck in his own hell
But lost his way pleasing others
His soul he did stupidly sell
Hope is all he has left
But each day is the same
Deeper he does sink
Only himself to blame
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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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