She sits crying by the harbour lights
Boats bobbing in the darkness
Tears fall unnoticed this night
As she thinks on what to do for the best
She never thought she’d ever be here
All alone and scared
Hoping for the all-clear
A different future she now stares
Frightened of what tomorrow brings
Not knowing where to go
Her family, her friends she can’t ring
It’s best that they don’t know
But deep down she wants to talk
To anyone that will listen
These feelings that are raw
Given to her by life’s treason
A bell rings out on a bobbing boat
As if to call her out and away
To get up and finally go
To see another day
So she gets up to go home
Not wanting to go back
To that empty shell all alone
A future now she can’t have
Crying herself to sleep
She hopes it was just a dream
One that she’ll awake and see
Not a life that could’ve 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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