There she sits a troubled wit
wondering where to next
Lost in a haze, deep in a pit
what is it she expects?
She listens hard to a far off voice
A distant call travels in the breeze
Thinking of limited choice
before her mind it freezes
She looks through the horizon in need
all falls away to a place that she sees
Will her soul now have its feed
will she see through the woods and trees
Options, options everywhere
but not enough to drink
For the more she ponders the more she despairs
oh why does she always think!
She dreams of a time when she can be free
her mind no longer caged like an animal
But many voices keep her as should never be
she wonders her own self, a life parallel
The time will come she’ll have faith
to leave this trap she finds herself in
Then freedom from the wraith
that keeps her in cardinal sin
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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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