The ghosts of people walk on by
No tears I see but I know they cry
For the disappeared
Lost to conformity and more I fear
The devil’s triangle they have gone
On their paths they did take wrong
Both ghosts and shadows exist as one
But none are seen under our sun
We dream of what could’ve been
Of what we could’ve seen
But stayed our souls, caged away
Dreaming we may go someday
Now we’re one of the disappeared
Never noticed around here
Part of the system, a clog in the wheel
Lost what’s important, what is real…
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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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