Poetry

Nothin’ but Myself

Had enough of paying bills
The daily grind
and fast food meals
The few hours snatched
if time
Before sleep
and work by nine

All the stuff
that cloys our lives
Gathering dust
in which we abide
Rules and regulations
keep us down
Daily in them
we do drown

I just want to
move on
For here I don’t
belong
Never have, never
will
Time here indeed
will kill

Many places I
wish to be
By many mountains
and clear blue sea
A life of academia
in history too
Nothin’ but myself
to find me true

For I don’t know
who I am
Long searched
as much as I can
Know I’m meant for
more than this
Still waiting for
destiny’s kiss

I know you’re out
there
waiting to be found
Waiting for my
feet to walk on your ground
I’m coming, so embrace
me so
Call loud and clear
so I’ll know

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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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