Sometimes it’s like talking
to a blank wall
No words or expressions
come back
You stand there screaming
until blue in the face
And wonder not for
the first if you’ve been had?
This wall, this blank wall
just stays solid
As you continue
ranting on
But still nothing
to your shouts
And you wonder what
you ever did wrong?
You give up although
the wall you want to obliterate
For it fills you with
something unsavoury
No-one listens or even
cares about your words
For cement in their eyes
can neither hear nor 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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