It’s a cold January day
as people walk on by
Not noticing the lonely
figure sitting in plain sight
Who stares at the river
straight ahead
Thoughts tumbling around
in his head
Just turned thirty-five
days ago
A quiet affair, no
friends did show
Thinking of all
he’s achieved
Watched as he let
go of his dreams
Putting many others
first his way
But himself, his beliefs
did he betray
Others lives he’s
caught up in
It’s not where he’s
going, but where he’s been
He watches friends and
family settle down
As he’s chased by
the black hound
Time passing him
fast by
But he can’t escape
no matter how he tries
He has no-one to
love or hold
No-one to warm him
in the nights so cold
No-one to go to when
he gets home
This his destiny he
knows, forever 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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