SIMPLISTIC I KNOW, but….By Danny Kemp.

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Have you ever been lonely within a crowd,

Yet sought more loneliness than is allowed?

“Mix,” you’re told. “It will do you good!”

But you’d leave the gathering, if only you could.

If your car was scratched would you throw it away?

That’s you. You’re scratched in much the same way.

What can you do? Where can you hide?

Or will you find some strength, and then some pride?

Only you can decide what’s best and right,

Fight this depression with all your MIGHT!

To try is hard, but a worthy thing,

To wait is worthless, a wasted thing.

Those who try stand to fall.

While those who wait gain nothing at all.

© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do? Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller and in May 2018 his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? became a number one bestseller on four separate Amazon sites: America, UK, Canada and Australia. Although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows best; murders laced by the mystery involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he writes, namely: Why? A Complicated Love, and the intriguing story titled The Story That Had No Beginning. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television in the UK.
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3 Responses to SIMPLISTIC I KNOW, but….By Danny Kemp.

  1. KALKI says:

    “If I write what I feel, it’s to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.”

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