He’s fighting many
Has most of his life
Tries to do good
No-one to confide
No-one understands
They never will
They don’t listen
No feelings they feel
But he fights others
Not what you can see
His inner daemons
Trying to break free
Trapped with them he is
For many years he’s been
Will he ever escape
He hopes a path to see
Until then he’ll fight
Because that’s all he knows
Hoping for a way
To be free from past ghosts
Maybe get that cottage
by the sea and mountains
Where seals and dolphins play
No more screams and shouting
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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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