As he lays to sleep
He does pray his soul to keep
But once he enters the world of dreams
Nothing is ever what it seems
For in them monsters do lurk
And all the pain that does hurt
He shifts from one plain to the next
Where he ends up is anybody’s guess
Trying to control his dreams always
But his mind has games to play
Nothing makes sense in this world
Where creatures and his past do swirl
Always fighting his dreams of the lost
Answers he wants at any cost
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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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