Eyes stinging from just waking up
The sun is shining through the window
Time to do what’s in his blood
To push himself before it goes
This summer has been a wash-out
A bit of sun here and there
Just dark clouds hanging hereabouts
The view dark everyday from which he stares
Last year he saw and did many things
Relaxed too much and enjoyed himself
Now it hasn’t brought him anything
As he sits in his own hell
But determined still is he
To escape this inferno he’s in
He just needs a way out to see
That escape route from there, Life’s wastebin
This dead summer has been strange
Full of glory and happy faces
Yet also darkness and pain
Only there of all places
This place of dead summer
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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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