When Is It Right To Blame?

Pain, where is your sting, that thunderous hurt when pain begins and conscious thought dies?

Is it that first stab as flesh bleeds from a slashed wrist or when the second cut bites deeper?

The oozing bloodied sore etched on a child’s cheek or the recognition of desolation as safety is no more?

The strike of that flaying poker across a face, or the knowledge that the hand that struck will strike again, again, again.

Did the pain hit before the blow? Was it as simultaneous as thirst is quenched by drink?

Has the taste for pain quenched any tyrant’s thirst? Has your time in pain yet to burst? For some it never does!

Hearts die because of pain. Either emotionally or physically or both.

Death pain can linger in time, but since time began we will all die. Do pain and time correlate?

Pain at birth for the mother and child. Does the pain leave the mother on discovery that her child is demonised, as quickly as it does when giving life to a monster?

Memory is pain trying to hide. Does the pain only hurt when it’s too late?

Suffer in silence. Inject the morphine, float on that passing cloud.

Scream in anguish hope to die whilst shouting the pain out loud.

Deafen that torturer until he turns and runs to find another to inflict, or not?

Be altruistic! To be unselfish whilst enduring that which cannot be endured, How can pain be cured?

Pain can be transient, but it can be eternal. A sin charged living hell agonising in flame.

Lashings of life cut deep leaving scars that can be both seen and invisible to the eye.

Pain, where hides your alibi?

When is it right to blame?

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

 

 

About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp’s introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic accident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All seven of his novels are now published by Creativia with the seventh—The Widow’s Son, completing a three book series alongside: What Happened In Vienna, Jack? and Once I Was A Soldier. Under the Creativia publishing banner, The Desolate Garden went on to become a bestselling novel in World and Russian Literature in 2017. The following year, in May 2018, his book What Happened In Vienna, Jack? was 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 most about; 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 and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising that first novel of his. He continues to write novels, poetry and the occasional quote; this one is taken from the beginning of Once I Was A Soldier There is no morality to be found in evil. But to recognise that which is truly evil one must forget the rules of morality.
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