Poetry

Knife-Edge

He’s living on a knife-edge
pushing everyone away
What kinda games does this
boy play?
Is he trying to destroy
everyone
What is it from he
is trying to run?

Run away boy,
run
Run from your problems
with your loaded gun
Living on a knife-edge
trying to pretend
Fighting against ghosts
this your defence

I’ve no sympathy
with your ways
On self-destruct you
are these days
You’re a fool to yourself
and no-one else
Where you’re heading
will be worse than hell

The devil wouldn’t take ya
for you’re a mess
Far too complicated for him
a lot to address
So grow up boy fast
or continue on your road
Stop picking fights with
all and trying to goad

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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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