Exasperated he is
For he’s trying to do
Too much
Wanting everything
Yesterday
Fingers in pies
He has too many
He let time slip
By, now he’s awake
He devours
Knowledge like food
Wanting it all
For a long time
Asleep, now hears his call
His mind racing
Too much going on
Here he can’t think straight
Needs space to think
Somewhere his mind
Will fly free
Eyes open, no longer blind
Away distractions, away
This he pleads
But deep within
He’s his own enemy
Parrying and thrusting
The sabre in and through
His heart, crazily beating
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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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