I want to stop time and start all over again.
Have no past with actions to explain.

Turn back the clock to a time long gone,
Where everything seemed right, and there was no wrong.

Turn off that chime. There are no hours.
Every moment that passes is ours, all ours!

Kicking at leaves, falling out of trees.
Wading through streams with trousers above the knees.

Pouring of rain, getting wet.
Soaked to the skin but we haven’t finished yet!

Getting into fights over nothing at all.
Learning that you don’t always win; sometimes you fall!

Did it matter? Was it not fun?
No one to tell us off for what we’ve done.

Always sunshine, at least that’s what it seemed.
Was that real, or was it just what we dreamed?

I want to stop time. Turn off that clock.
I don’t want to hear that tick, tick, tock!




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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