The past month
he’s felt alone
If truth be told
For a few years now
Always fighting
Others causes
Forgetting his own
Battling many forces
So tired of it all
Flaying his spirit
Against the storm
Always against a blizzard
Help never there
Never has been
Struggling to breathe
To be seen
Ignored by many
Seen by few
Do any of them
Have a clue?
As he keeps his
Head above water
In the storm of
The ocean, the slaughter
He’s left alone
To his own devices
What he really wanted
But at many prices
No-one there
Never is
To run away
From all of this
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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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