A day to see a friend
was lost to him
Spent in many a pub
drinking whiskey and beer
Why does he do this
from time to time?
Losing a part of himself
with mountains to climb
Like father like son
maybe this is the way
How it’ll always be
till his end of days
For always he see’s
a way out
But alcohol’s daemons
takes his soul to sell
Silly childish things
he sometimes does
His brain not his
in the alcohol’s rush
Like someone else
in control
As he awakes the day
after, memories cold
Spending what he
doesn’t really have
Blowing it on a day
and a night, feeling sad
Spending it on others
losing control
Living for the day
his future on hold
Oh what a fool he
has been
Other uses that
money should’ve seen
But what’s done is
done now, no turning back
Time to try another
tact
Yet more sacrifices
he’ll make
For this cycle he’s
determined to break
This the way it
has to be
For a future so bright
he can see
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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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