Not a word spoken to him
At work today
Left alone at his desk
But dagger eyes came his way
This evil woman
Who plays his mind
And others too for her cause
For money and power to find
Around her little finger
She twists this way and that
All to her commands
In her greed she’ll get fat
As for those she uses
Dispensable are they
But some do love her blind
With hearts and minds she plays
She’ll fall though
Mark my words
For she’ll push too far one day
Her dagger eyes will be heard
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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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