She dreads tomorrow
The coming of dawn
Of what the day show
Already wishing it gone
She has much to do
But little appetite
Much has she to lose
But much to get right
What may come
Could be better for her
But should she stay or run
This the questions that burns
She has no help at all
From those that cry their love
Who always say to call
But to her they never rush
So in truth she knows what to do
Buried deep inside no more
She knows she has nothing to lose
She will be no more broken and torn
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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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