Scorned, By Melvina Germain.

 

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Scorned

Evil’s dark, sinister candle,

takes me hostage in its light.

So much despair to handle,

while traveling in the absence of sight.


Not a word, Not a whisper to comfort me.

My pertinacity instils that hope of survival.

Though I’m whipped by the curse of society,

and the continuous drones who grant me rival.


Hear not of thy speech or give me hope.

Fear, I have tasted in the valley of sin,

and though my  neck shall not feel life’s rope.

I’ll stroll by the river where no man has been.


I hear your words and dodge your daggers.

I will not stand on quick sand that buries deep,

and those who walk with a confident swagger.

Your time will come during a midnight sleep.


Though I face such grave discord in life.

My reproaching soul shall grant me strength,

and the iron giants of dastardly deeds,

shall not see the rebellious last of me.


 

Written by: ©  Melvina Germain

Date:            April 3 /2013

 

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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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4 Responses to Scorned, By Melvina Germain.

  1. Pingback: Scorned, By Melvina Germain. | ldbush21

  2. The kindling flame of the soul perpetuates . Enjoyed .

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