I sit listening to voices outside
Their incessant chitter chatter
From which I cannot hide
Screams and shout fly through the air
As I sit alone on my chair
As the sun blazes its wicked rays
I think ahead to distant days
To far off places yet to see
Wondering when destiny will finally knock
Leaving this place to die and rot
For I feel I travel a different path
From other beings, you may laugh
But deep inside I know different
That I’m meant to be doing something else
To be somewhere else free from this hell
I feel like I’m on a voyage on a misty sea
Along with others I cannot see
Avoiding icebergs and other such things
A spirit of the damned I long to be free
To live like I should, like I’m meant to be
But for now I wonder who I am
As I fight, doing all I can
‘Tis all I can do for now
To carry on with hope in my mind
For this I carry always deep inside
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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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