People look at him
Question why
Why he’s the way he is
What does he hide?
But what they don’t do
Is ask him direct
For too late it can be
This mistake to correct
Besides they don’t care
About what’s in his heart
Or where he goes
For his new start
His girl walked on him
Too self-absorbed
With her own life
She made the laws
So there he is
On his own once again
More alone than they know
Who is he to pretend
Hungry he is for more
Starving for a life un-lived
On a quest for something
A destiny he still believes
But until then he’ll
Be a closed heart
Until someone shows him the way
Someone special, pure and apart
Who understands him like no other
From the ones that don’t see
Who’ll unravel his soul
And then shall set him free
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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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