Alone she sits looking out
From her cell way up high
Hearing gulls screeching sounds
They echo her inward cry
Flying in circles they seem lost
Their cries give the impression of the sea
These gulls mirror feelings innermost
Trapped and trying to break free
Then she looks out at the scene
Grey and rundown buildings greet her eye
Oh for what could’ve been
If only she had tried
But in her cell she does stay
a prisoner of her own making
Maybe she’ll be free someday
For now her heart is breaking
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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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