Poetry

Scum

So you strike again with a cold heart
Never knowing the emotions you cause
You take what doesn’t belong to you
Coming back again for more

You cause sadness and pain
Taking what doesn’t belong to you
Unease and fear also play their part
In the crimes that you do

I hope you don’t sleep tonight
That karma strikes you well
Paying you back ten-fold
For the lives you ruin and make hell

If I believed in hell
Then that’s where you belong
You’re scum of the lowest order
You don’t see what you do wrong

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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...''

2 thoughts on “Scum”

    1. Let’s hope so! I wrote it about My mum who keeps getting things stolen from her over the past two years. The neighbours never ‘see’ or ‘hear’ a thing yet are in prime position to. I wrote this to vent my frustration.

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