Oh dear lord
I am bored of here
This mundane life
Traps me inside I fear
I long for a
Sea breeze
On my face
This I dream
Mountains too
Majestic and high
Away from cities
And starless skies
The clutter of life
Weighs me down
In it I feel
I could drown
To throw the weight
Off my shoulders
Carrying more as
You get older
Sandy beaches
Feet immersed
Warm waters
No traffic heard
No more clutter
In my head
Nature has cleaned
it, put to bed
I sigh in happiness
At this image
Only a dream
Of which I visage
One day soon
I hope it to be
Only then will
My shackles fall free
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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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