A Discourse Of One

I guess there comes a point in a great many people’s lives when enough is enough. To give up is not only a way out, but a very attractive option.

That may arise in an important area such as a relationship or, a relatively minor one; a hobby.

It could come about on a car journey. Having taken a few too many wrong turns, the will to carry on is also lost.

That experience could apply to life itself!


As knocks come a plenty in a life that’s been led to the full.

Could one knock be too many for a man who has been a fool.


The reality of failure can and often does exceed the memory of success.

Would it be correct to say that only death can put bad memories to rest?


If one has ridden the turbulent waves of life and survived,

Would not the memories of those successes override all doubts when revived.


To reason or to debate with oneself is pointless yet it is oneself that lives the indecision.

Memories should be censored and prescribed as a controlled hallucinating ration.

© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.



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 A Discourse Of One

  1. vondanorwood says:

    I like this very much. 😀

  2. janetcate says:

    Thanks, your piece is making me think.

  3. Danny Kemp says:

    I hope it doesn’t make you think too hard, Janet.

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