He sits at home watching
the rain fall
Dark and cloudy with
empty streets
No-one about
all huddled inside
He wonders at life
At this crossroads he meets
Something whispers in
his soul
But too distant to
hear
He strains his ears
a little more
But can’t hear
its ghostly call
What is it trying
to say?
Why are his ears
closed?
Frustrated by his
life and choices
Haunted by his
own ghost
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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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