Want out of this concrete jungle
Greys and dirty reds everywhere
Watching always the day-to-day struggle
In a place where no-one really cares
The smells of human and animal waste
Rot through the streets
People no more have much to say
No-one nods in a friendly greet
Everyone is out for themselves
Fighting their way through the week
In this concrete jungle of hell
This the vision always seen
People spitting words out in disgust
At those who want to escape
Whilst they sit there with little trust
Long ago they lost more than their faith
Away from rudeness and the crass insecure
That drain your very soul daily
From these people who want more and more
Bleeding you like vampyres slowly
Mountains and the sea are the remedy
This the place to be
Somewhere that you’re not just a nobody
This place where you live your dreams
Where your spirit can soar far and wide
Being at one with all you see
This place of freedom you long to find
Where your soul can finally be 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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