Where’s my heaven
She asks everyday
As she strolls in the grey
To earn a low pay
For heaven is searched for
Since a child
That personal space
That will make her smile
But she knows it’ll not
Knock on her door
She has to help it along
If she wants more
But stuck in conformity
The trap of ‘life’
Trying hard to escape
Oh how hard she does try
Someone once said maybe
She doesn’t want it as bad
That she puts herself in
Situations to be sad
For in reality they say
She wants to stay
Wasting her life and
So much away
But she knows different
Deep inside
She knows there’s more
That she has to find
It’s not here where
She lives
She knows deep down
She has a lot to give
She just gets stuck
In the mire of life
Shuffling along
No-one to confide
But she knows that
One day she’ll be free
She’ll find that heaven
That was long ago to be
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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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