Three years passed since he went away
Remembering that darkest day
Taken on wings of haste
Leaving behind a bland taste
Two years since another was taken
Starting by then to feel forsaken
All those he loved so dear
Taken too young, still shed no tears
For he’s forgotten how to cry
To show emotion for those that die
Been alone for so very long
Starting to feel he’s very wrong
His emotions all over the place
Images of the past leave their trace
For living with ghosts is all he does
Won’t talk to anyone, won’t cause a fuss
His life not for the gossip columns either
Catching on like an out of control fever
To fill a void for empty lives
This is why he continues to hide
Living with ghosts is all he does with his days
Living with ghosts is his way
Haunted by the past he sees
Everyday, will he ever be 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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