Walking On Graves

Darkness releases the shadows to hide.

The battle’s been fought, thoughts have died.

Mindful of steps that beckon beyond

The graves with no voices that cannot respond.

Pain surrounds and walks close at hand.

Only agonising madness is left to stand.

Escape is fiction, there’s nowhere to abscond.

Except to silent graves, that cannot respond.

Trapped within a mind that sees no good.

Now only suffering where happiness stood.

A sorcerer is needed with a magic wand

To give voices to the graves that cannot respond.

Once there was beauty where now ugliness stands.

Time was a treasure that ripped through the hands.

Imagination was suffocated by billowing fronds

That grow on the graves where no-one responds.

No-one was someone one sunny day,

But life came along and swept them away.

Dreams vanished as the guns were fired

And the graves swallowed the bodies of those that expired.

Pass not a grave with the head bowed down.

Salute the dead with a smile, not a frown.

Graves hold the living along with the dead.

We all walk on bodies wherever we tread!

© 2016, 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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1 Response to Walking On Graves

  1. A beautiful well deserved tribute to all the hero’s that have given their life for all.
    Well penned Danny, as usual. :o)

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