Darkening skies on a breezy summers day
Whispers in the wind on his ears do play
The words dance around his ears
Playing on his irrational fears
He grasps at them but disperse do they
Away from him they always fade
Were they his future calling to him?
Or were they his tormentor playing again?
He seeks wisdom from those close to his heart
But set sail they have on a heavy ark
Many say they love him so
But on deaf ears do his words flutter and flow
He fights against his very self
His own daemons come straight from hell
They torment his very being, his soul
From the corners of his darkness they do crawl
More and more within himself he draws
Into a world without direction or cause
He wonders and angers at his self-imposed exile
The isolation of an outcast, no judge, jury or trial
His own sentence of life he has given
By the monsters of his mind was he driven
He prays at false gods he does not believe
Hoping in him that his heart and soul they’ll 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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