She awoke with a banging head
as the sunlight hurt her eyes, feeling dead
She’d been a fool for a day
in which partly herself did she betray
She always falls into the same old trap
so no wonder she sometimes snaps
Trying to escape the circle she’s in
yet all she sees is life’s litter-bin
Then there’s the handful who run away
and some who with her a nasty game they play
Yet she believes through all this she’ll be fine
she just has to believe in herself and time
As for those that keep her down
she’ll no longer in front of them drown
For karma kickback will come their way
and will pay them back as does fate
There’s one that’s a constant in this
words and a knife that they twist
She’s never understood why this is so
but karma will have its day, this she knows…
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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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