You wonder why he never talks
These questions asked, he always baulk
You chat away for endless days
No-one ever gets their say
You wonder why he’s so quiet
Why his voice will never riot
All he knows is how to listen
But deep inside his heart does glisten
You’re far to gone to notice he
In fact anyone, you’re eyes never see
These words you won’t notice much
Your heart and soul they will never touch
Yet special to others you truly are
He observes you from eyes afar
Confused, lost and sad you may be
Unlike a shrink he won’t charge a fee
So please just awake and look around
Senses alert for the slightest sound
That a friend may need you, barriers closed
For some find it hard to talk, unlike most
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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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