A Crying Gale.


Cry death doth the wind

Speak loudly thy name

Be proud of your calling

Hide not in shame.

Your presence is welcome

By all who have grieved

No fear lies within

A soul so relieved.

To a heart fading slowly

Entombed in regret

Stay not your hand

But on it beset.

Grey exists now

Where life was adorned

With vivid colour

Gone and so mourned.

Lovers have left

Leaving a void

Filled with distaste

All emotion devoid.

Gather all hearts

That once held love

Join them together

And take them above.

Sit me down in such a place

To hear the wisdom spoken there.

Clear my heart of sorrow

Take away all care.

Anything But Hackneyed. US

Anything But Hackneyed. UK



About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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