She wakes up all bleary eyed
Looking at a moody sky
Switches on her phone first thing
Any messages left with news to bring?
But nothing is there
No news , just bare
Then she goes to social network sites
Everywhere she sees it since last night
It seems she’s the last to know
Other people message in a steady flow
She’s in shock being left out
She wonders what on earth that’s about?
Very sad, if not a little angry
This good news reached her through others sadly
She should’ve been one of the first
Not nice in the way she heard
She’ll no more do things for them
Taking a step back once again
Used by many a lot of late
Now it’s starting to grate
Time to put herself first
Needs to escape anyway, fit to burst
Leave them all to it she thinks
She won’t go under without trace and sink
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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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