Life Without Women

An old one of mine that I came across today. I’ve reworked it slightly and offer it here……

What would this life if woman free, be for someone such as me?

Bereft of love, warmth and joy, that have all stood close since I was a boy.

Soft to touch, soft to hear, soft upon a listening ear.

Words to calm, words so sweet that quell that anger hid so deep.

 

Men are cruel. War they bring, on the heads of everything.

Whilst women soothe away the pain, that’s been caused in search of such little gain.

Men shout loud with intent of fear, whilst women sing of beauty deep and dear.

Songs of love, passion and joy that I have heard of since being a boy.

I wish I’d listened more to them, than fought the battles that I’ve been in.

Then I would not ache in this much pain and have so many things on which to complain.

 

© 2015, 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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