Whilst people across
time zones party hard
Making merriment with
others, being a part
She sits alone
in her empty flat
Fireworks explode
outside where she’s sat
Nowhere to go
or with anyone at all
She helped so many
but been a fool
Self-imposed in part
her exile is
Tonight’s festivities
has to be missed
From now on
she’ll do things right
Put herself first
seen the light
But today she’ll
be alone
Maybe this is
for the best, being at home
She whispers Happy
New Year
As the clock strikes
twelve
Oh to be in a city
away from this hell
Edinburgh, Dublin
or even Cork
He thoughts travel
to there and more
Happy New Year
she whispers
Happy New Year
As she sheds
a lonely tear
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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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