Off to work early she goes
Thinking which way the wind shall blow
Hoping her way for once would be nice
Not blown off course and over the side
The day drags by, mundane as always
Nothing interesting fills her days
Working for peanuts to scrape by
Sometimes she hopes the week to fly
Faraway places she dreams of running to
Where her boring life she can lose
Away from bills and the stresses if life
Anywhere from these she wishes to hide
Her walk home is past the train station
Tempted she is, but a short elation
For drawn home by an invisible force
Oh for a knight on a white horse!
Letters litter the floor as she walks in
The usual rubbish straight in the bin
Bills mounting up, struggling to pay
Same old news every single day
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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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