Cemeteries Are Full Of Bodies That Despair Has Enslaved

Following on from The Hope Of Hope.

Now Hope had joined the others and forward they did stride

But their mission seemed impossible as access was denied.

Minds had been infected by the forces of evil and dark.

The Devil had come a calling and had left his haunting mark!

Despair and Depression were his main weapons of control.

When they struck they pushed their victims deep down a slippery hole.

That hole was stacked with bodies waiting for their death,

Whilst walking through their life breathing suffering as their breath!

Hope aspired for more and offered dreams as a cure

The Devil cried out in a mocking voice – “Are you really sure?

Dreams are illusionary they can lead one to believe

That the nightmare of life can somehow be relieved.”

“No!” he had not finished, adding in contempt

“There is no forgiveness it’s only something that is dreamt!”

Hope and Will had the centre, Belief and Faith on the flanks

And there they stood bravely against the demonic ranks.

Despair drove into battle his weapons armed and primed

Hope was behind the barricades; weakened and begrimed.

Will hid in the shadows not daring to show his face

As Depression hovered above looking down on the place.

Depression led the next wave and Belief took a heavy blow.

The end was not fast coming, death would be slow.

Faith fought on until he thought he could do no more

Then just as Despair aimed his gun Hope gave a mighty roar.

“I’ve seen the will in others die before its time.

They then hide in shadows as if they’ve committed a crime.

I have no desire to hide, nor wish to conceal my face,

I am the sun that warms all heartstrings. I cast light on every shadowy place.”

Depression laughed loudly which in itself caused Depression’s demise!

Despair search his soul wondering why he’d told so many lies.

“I am defeated. I cannot kill you Hope when you are so strong.

I have lived a life of disenchantment. I now know I have been wrong.”

Hope dug a grave and filled it with Despair.

He then sucked the blood from Depression and stripped his bones bare.

From the bones, he made Despair’s headstone and on them he engraved:

Cemeteries Are Full Of Bodies That Despair Has Enslaved

© 2017, 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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2 Responses to Cemeteries Are Full Of Bodies That Despair Has Enslaved

  1. There is always Hope, it lives. ☺

  2. Danny Kemp says:

    It does!

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