The glass chinks as he pours
himself a large measure
Savouring the liquid
as if magical nectar
Letting it consume him
working it’s power
Hoping for inspiration
Something to flower
Normality fades away
like a bad dream
In which he played a part
in many a bad scene
Now as it disperses taken
far away it seems
He now enters into a world
of whiskey dreams
Into a world that he
can control
Where he won’t find himself
in any bottomless hole
In a place he loves and all
are as good as gold
Where none betray him
or his life they take hold
His own worst enemy he
knows he is
Thinking too much on
his perfect bliss
Trying to find where
he belongs in all of this
Maybe it’s too late
the boat already missed
But his whiskey dreams
inspire him on
Flashes of inspiration
are never really gone
He’s knows deep down
all shall be right, not wrong
A new life is waiting
and for him it won’t be long
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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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