Poetry

This Bottomless Pit

Man in a pub alone
Picture courtesy of http://www.trekearth.com

He storms out of the house in an angry mood
In the need for a drink, his calming food
As people try and push him to his limits
His soul, his heart, his wallet, this bottomless pit

Do they think he’s some kind of Superman
In control of all, he does what he can
But where are they when he needs them most?
They become shadows, more like ghosts

He’s never asked for much in his simple life
When he does, they stick in the knife
Selfish people he knows exist in all
For believing, he considers himself a fool

The hunt is on for the break from these walls
This open prison with devils, no angels
He feels like cattle herded about by shepherds
No matter how much he screams, he’s not heard

The time has come to now stand alone
The die has been cast, has been thrown
He’ll take the first steps into the unknown
There he’ll finally be free to roam

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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...''

2 thoughts on “This Bottomless Pit”

  1. Powerfully done! “But where are they when he needs them most? They become shadows, more like ghosts” rings so true. I love it.

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