The Confession Of Danny Kemp



“This is your confession, your last chance to confess, of lives you have entered and with those that you’ve messed.

I can give you redemption, I can make everything good. Do you believe that it’s possible, and that I could?”

“That’s a ridiculous first question that you pose, because how can bad become good after what I disclose?”

“Hmm, let’s start at the beginning it’s a good place to start. Or will you argue with that, and drive us further apart?”

“No, I have no wish to make things worse. I’m ready to start our deep and meaningful converse.”

“That’s good, I’m pleased that you agree.

I was thinking that there might arise some more difficulty.

I will ignore your childhood, I’ll make allowances there.

You were rash at times but you tried to be fair.

Your adolescence deserves more of my disdain, 

There’s plenty there on which I could complain. 

But you are not here to be treated unfairly,

Nor are you here to make us both angry. 

We must search for the middle ground that we both can accept, 

That way neither of us will have a regret.

Now we come to what brings us together today. 

I need to discover your reasons for going astray.

You must examine your core and examine it well,

While I listen on and keep the score.

At the moment you’re down as minus eight.

I’m prepared to wipe that clean due to your lack of hate.

Now come my questions and I’ll keep them brief,

After all there’s little point in bestowing more grief.

Here comes my first, and perhaps the most relevant. 

I would be obliged if your answers were as simple and as coherent.

My final thoughts will be based on this.

My time is short,

There are more on my list.

What comes first as your most prominent sin,

Where would you wish to start to begin?”

“In order to start that which I must defend,

Allow me this opportunity to state that it was never my intention to offend.

Obviously I have, otherwise you would not have summoned me here.

As others simply pass through that gate marked; All Clear.

I have wronged much and this I cannot deny,

As to your rules I did not always comply.

The blame does not rest on others for my plight,

That would be stupid and plainly not right.

I tried to please all, that was my aim,

If that is so wrong then I accept the shame.

Pride, some could say, is my biggest offence

And to that charge I have no defence. 

But the biggest sin that at my door can be laid

Is that I tried to change from the person you’d made.” 

“You offer me nothing that I can see,

To persuade me to grant you leniency.

Here is my judgement; I find you at fault.

There’s no appeal, there is no higher court.

Take him away to another place and take that supercilious grin off his face.” 

Would you be found as guilty as I?





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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4 Responses to The Confession Of Danny Kemp

  1. Genial! Absolut lebendig geschrieben. Macht Hunger auf mehr! Genial! Absolutely written alive. Power hungry for more!

  2. Danny Kemp says:

    Thank you Gabriele.

  3. Danny Kemp says:

    Thank you for sharing this, Kelly Anne Harrison.

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