This beating heart
Does chime with all
Surrounded by much
Natures call
Beauty to revel
To fall for
To breath eternal
But of late
The beat does slow
Battered by hate
The fire doesn’t glow
Sorrow and bitterness
Have taken root
It is they who now exist
This beating heart
Now full of sadness
Breaking at mornings start
To moon’s rising badness
The fire now dim
A flicker left
Where once had been…
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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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