Peace he wants
All he needs
To find himself
From anger flee
Away from lies
Distrustful words
Hooded eyes
Away he needs
Solitude a prize
He seeks to find
Far away
Clear skies
No clutter
In his head
Emptying these
Words dead
A tent in the
Mountains ideal
By a loch or sea
With playful seals
A place to think
Somewhere to be
This damaged soul
Wants to fly 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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beautiful.. 😀
Such beauty, sadness and ultimately truth
Thank you so much for your support and words. Sorry about the late reply. Life got in the way of my writing. Thank you again. Bless you all.