The drab browns and greys
Stare back at her through their eyes
The blue from high above
Hidden by the clouds so rough
The water falls washing away
All it’s seen in the day
She sits and stares at this view
Feeling drowned, feeling blue
Thinking of the day to come
She should’ve packed up and run
But the mind spoke to her instead
The heart silenced almost dead
She had a chance to jack it in
But caught again in the ring
She wonders if chances will come again
She has to hope to leap that fence
There she sits trying to eat
No appetite her soul does bleed
Two daemons fight within
Forever and eternal they do grin
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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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