Does Anyone REALLY Care?


A man lay dying in the street, as people passed trying not to meet,

His eyes that stared in desperate hope, knowing that his body could no longer cope.

He tried to speak but no words could he say. His lungs were empty, they were giving way.

He’d been a player. He’d lived a life. Who would now tell his wife?

Who would bother to find her though? Left his side a long time ago.

Perhaps his clothes confused, those that passed and were not moved.

Or, perhaps the smell that emanated, from his body small and emaciated.

A tramp was he, and no one cared, as he laid with no wealth to be shared.

No well-known name, no celebrity status, no family, nor friends to make a fuss.

He died that day, spreadeagled there, as people passed without a care.

Just another man who’d lived and died, without a single tear being cried!

Anything But Hackneyed…

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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2 Responses to Does Anyone REALLY Care?

  1. ksbeth says:

    beautiful and so sad

  2. Danny Kemp says:

    It is, ksbeth. 😦 Thank you for stopping by and leaving a comment.

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