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Almost a decade ago she
made a mistake
One that bred many
other heartache’s
And now she sits in
her home
Struggling daily on
bread alone
She tries to keep the
vultures away
But they’re determined to
have their day
These creatures who prey
on the weak
It’s more than soul and
spirit they so seek
They circle around her
now
As if sensing something
somehow
Readying themselves for
the kill
They never really sate
their fill
She won’t open letters
anymore
Doesn’t want to tempt fate
knocking at her door
She just wants it all
to go away
But these carrion enjoy
their malicious play
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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