A Thirst.

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A Thirst.

The excitement was overwhelming, I was losing my grip.
I was clinging to a precipice with my feet about to slip.

The tension was immense, my head was swirling around.
I had to get away from there and reach solid ground.

The air became oppressive, my breathing was cut short.
There had to be an end to it. One of us had to call a halt.

The atmosphere was electric. We both felt it. It was hell!
If we hadn’t pulled together, one of us would have cried out in an earth shattering yell.

There was no other way than to admit it, but who would confess first?
It was I! I cried LOVE loudly. Living my life since in an unquenchable thirst.

© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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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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