This grey and murky town
Filled with people, smiles upside down
These grey shades walk on by
A part of the brickwork in which they reside
Long lost in conformities rules
Their souls did they lose
Shackled prisoners for all time
Giving up their ultimate crime
No hope for the greys now
Lost forever they wouldn’t know how
How to see and live again
Their ghostly existence is all they’ve left
If only they had taken that risk
Long gone now, opportunities missed
Oh for what could’ve been
Dreams come real, they would’ve seen
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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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