Winter came to him (again) this spring
Her ice cold fingers clasped around his heart
If he had known what it would bring
He would have been there from the start
Now he’s left with an empty feeling
Emotions lost right deep down inside
All seems like a bad dream recurring
Unsure for how long this he can hide
Why were you taken from him this day
When there was so much left for you to do
So many plans were being made for us to play
But now he can’t share that magic with you
You’ve left three behind but one to carry through
To keep your memories alive, your hopes and dreams
He’ll do all he can to keep that promise to you
God rest, he’ll see you one day again soon
But for now in memories and dreams
For that’s all he can sadly 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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