Poetry

Kitten

Weaker than a kitten
she does feel
Not feeling good
very ill
Just wants to sleep
for the rest of the day
No energy
to go out and play

So much to do
and little time
Drained completely
even though she tries
No-one there
to care for her
As she lays back
her stomach churns

Oh for a drink
with a spark of life
Maybe then
she could feel high
But there she lays
feeling sorry for herself
This her way
until she gets well

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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...''

4 thoughts on “Kitten”

      1. I have woken up in the wee hours with a thought to help others.

        It is hard to return to sleep.

        My friends often look at me as though I from another Planet.

        🙂

        I love your Work.

      2. Sorry for the late replies here. Crazy laptop problems. Yeah, I was the same last night. never slept a wink and was wandering around a little lost! You have to do what makes you happy and if it’s helping others then you do that. As long as your heart is true you’ll be fine. Bless you.

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