Time she thinks
To have her day
Had enough of
All they say
Crossed the line
Treated her bad
Taking no prisoners
Enough she’s had
Bled her dry
For so very long
Leaving her drained
Her energy gone
But then she awoke
Saw the light
Violently pushed
Towards this inspiring sight
No prisoners now
No more
Taking advantage of
Many time before
Time to fight back
To stop being a victim
To go on the attack
To go all out fighting
Published by
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...''
View all posts by Darren Greenidge
Caliburnus Rises 