Three Sisters, Glencoe, Scotland taken by the author, Darren Greenidge A mountain hideaway he does want
away from his past that continues to haunt
The ghosts won’t leave him alone
his life they continue to roam
No escape from them he continues to see
all from his past why don’t they leave him be!?
He just wants a peaceful life
somewhere he can live and thrive
But there where his past is alive
cutting into his heart with a cold knife
He can see no way out from them
for they block his path again and again
A mountain hideaway by the sea
is what he wants and always has been
Seals and dolphins he would watch with awe
content and happy like never before
But he’s denied this by forces unknown
every morning he awakes with a moan
He’s lost his way, strayed from the path
his ghosts with him always, oh how they laugh
Will no-one rescue him from this torture
or will he be imprisoned by this culture
One that traps him like the walking dead
barely alive, barely fed
Only his image of his mountain hideaway
keeps him from falling completely some say
As he struggles on with a sad smile
his ghosts never far all the while
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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