In front of a screen all day
Then home on the sofa to lay
Unwinding from all the stress
Today was just a mess
Tired and bored of it all
Her boss and some others full of bull
The same old cycle plays again
Going to work on the defence
Then she loses needed contact
From her loved ones, time she lacks
All she has is her screen and phone
It’s no wonder she feels alone
She’s taken to social networking
As more and more she stays in
Losing the real social life
She craves for but stuck inside
All her friends married or busy
Down the social pole she slides so greasy
Part self-imposed prisoner she hopes to be free
So much of the world she longs to see
That missed contact she wants so much
With real human beings who bear no grudge
Those that smile, play and listen
These she needs as her eyes glisten
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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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