A heart torn
Ripped and
wrenched
Taken away
and crushed
Slowed to a beat
Tears fall
and anger boils
in memory
Oh to turn
back the clock
To be there again
But wrenched is
what is felt
Wrenched and hurt
For memories
of what was
and what could’ve been
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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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Raw, red, pain
Indeed. That was what I was aiming for. Thanks for the likes and popping by Eric.