The Vagrant.

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She sat in a doorway watching life pass her by,
She wore a smile but wanted to cry.
She had lost her child, her husband and home,
Now she was living life all alone.
At first she thought she was able to cope,
Family to visit, offering her hope.

Then the booze kicked in,
And the doors were shut in her face!
She had no other choice but to join
Another part of this human race.

She begged for money, clothes and shoes,
There was nothing else for her to lose.
Dignity was lost, pride what is that?
Now she was used to being spat at.
Her body was the last thing she had to trade.
But she was sullied and no offer was made.

She had not been seen for a week or two,
Then slowly the news filtered through,
She had hanged herself in a sense of shame.
Who do you think was really to blame?

Anything But Hackneyed…Amazon. co.

Anything But Hackneyed…Amazon. com.

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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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7 Responses to The Vagrant.

  1. ellie mack says:

    Rather dark today aren’t you Danny?

  2. ellie mack says:

    Rather dark today Danny.

    • Danny Kemp says:

      Dark and mysterious…lolol. Thank you for stopping by and commenting Ellie. I have offered this one to a few charities after it was read aloud from a Las Vegas Radio Station.

  3. Stella Wenah Nehikhare says:

    Sometimes we stand on our own door way as a defence, but then it could also block us. Your words are real and human.

  4. Too sad this is part of our world’s reality.

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