Poetry

Bare

Had a bad few
months, she’s had
Lost her way
just a tad
Ideas were in
her mind
But in steps
fate to be unkind

She lays her
soul bare
For all who’d
listen or who’d care
But on deaf ears
these do fall
Always have
and always will

She’s accused of
never talking
Whilst others around
continue squawking
Then when she does
they run away
What’s the point
in having her say!

She’ll no more
lay her soul to bare
What’s the point
if no-one cares
She’ll just bury
it deep
Her problems her
own forever to keep

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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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