Poetry

Wordless

Tired of it all
Tired of everything
Of the nine to five
Of all the fighting
The lies that are constant
A barrage of bullets
Of wasted years
Thousands of minutes
So much lost
So much that could’ve been
Wordless with it all
Of all I could’ve seen
Never too late though
To make that change
Those first steps
Are hardest to make
To be wordless no more
For stories to tell
To achieve great things
And escape this hell

It’s all about belief

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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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