Seven days his week is hard fought
in which he’s thankful always for
Six years old he fell in love
for the first time, his eternal dove
Five since his heart was ripped out
losing faith in all that life’s about
Four years to fulfil a dream
to live the life that should’ve been
Three it’s almost been since he went
in which his spirit was heaven-sent
Two the number he wishes
when thinking of you
One is he, with his dreams of home
and imagination, sadly alone
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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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