Twenty minutes
’til the years end
Twenty minutes
’til his destiny begins
No more will he
tolerate this
No more will
he good times miss
For now he
sits alone
Watching Jools
with a quiet phone
As he pours himself
a lonely whiskey glass
Thinking on his future
and his past
He toasts the ghosts
of the past five years
Toasts the ghosts
yet to come
Of his future a
path to walk
Of new stories
up yet to chalk
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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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