The day almost ends
as evening approaches
Eyes are heaven-sent
Away from the cockroaches
Her landlord wants paying
So too do others
All her blood they’re baying
Cloying her space they smother
Her fridge and cupboards bare
Stomach growling
She falls into despair
Outside her cat is meowing
She’s tried the dole today
Tried other things too
But she has weeks to wait
To escape her blues
Until then a hole she’s in
Frantically clawing her way out
But always falls back crying
No-one hears her screams for help
Her faith tested to its limits
In herself and those supposedly close
If she dies would she be missed?
As she sleeps, worried dreams, this wilting rose
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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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