Leeches feeding off her
Everyday
Sucking at her spirit
No escape
Starts at work
Drains her dry
When she’s home
She sometimes cries
Then her friends
Ask for her help
With their sad stories
They have to tell
Into the trap she
Always falls
Where are they
If she needs to call?
Her family too don’t
Help in any way
Leaving her lost
in life to fade
Drained by all
She comes across
Wondering what shall
Be the true 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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