The Hope Of Hope: Part Three

As the death bell of the apocalypse sounded noisily above life’s trembling tree!

 

Pain sat in the room waiting for his friends to arrive.
He carried no antibodies as he knew how to survive.
Despair was an ally but he hadn’t been seen for a while.
When Pain thought of Despair he fashioned a wide sinister smile.

Grief arrived in splendour dressed as a mannequin queen.
With nametags of those she had visited and places of where she had been.
Their tears hung like earrings, their sorrow hung around her throat.
Her smile was not as Pain’s, hers was a one of smugness, a wide sickening gloat!

Misery called from behind the closed-door – “I haven’t fetched my key.
Please let me in. You know you will have need of me.”
Pain’s smile did widen and as Grief took hold of his hand
The stain of mental anguish began to spread over the disowned land.

The three affected millions sending them tumbling to their knees
The infectious strain blew strongly as a gale amongst the leaves.
Pain was in his element as his anguish he bestowed
Adding his torment to the rivers and watching as it flowed.

Grief clung to Misery and a wandering they did go
Scything down the people who simply moved away too slow.
The torture of the innocent was the cry of the three,
As the death bell of the apocalypse sounded noisily above life’s trembling tree!

© 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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4 Responses to The Hope Of Hope: Part Three

  1. Onisha Ellis says:

    Danny, you always surprise me with your writing.

  2. Another amazing post but you are always amazing. ☺

  3. Danny Kemp says:

    Thanks Patricia 🙂

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