Screaming Voices

It’s in the darkness of the shadows where I wish to hide.
Now all my battles have been fought, and all my thoughts have died.
My mind is at the doorway that will take me beyond,
The graves where silent voices are screaming to respond.

The pain that did grieve me now walks closer to hand.
Only my agonising madness is left untroubled to stand.
Escape is but honest fiction, there’s nowhere to abscond.
Except to a silent grave with no means to respond.

The world is so full of suffering for which I have no cure,
The path I once thought clear is nothing but obscure.
I cannot believe in magic, but I need a magic wand,
To give voices to the souls that are praying to respond.

Where once my eyes saw beauty now only ugliness stands.
There was always time aplenty, but feel how it rips through my hands.
My memory flutters like the wings of a dragonfly hovering over a millpond,
And I’m conscious of losing the voices that are asking me to
respond.

As the end to my path beckons, I wonder if it could be just one step or more?
I sense the emptiness of life with nothing there to explore,
Except my dreams have left me with one thing to be desired,
You find a silent place in the shadows for when my life has
expired.

© 2022, Daniel Kemp All rights reserved.

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About Daniel Kemp

At the age of seventy-six, Daniel Kemp has started his second year of studying the science of Psychology at the Open University. He is a member of The Society of Authors and also a bestselling writer. However, in early September 2025, he was diagnosed with cancer. He is now in palliative care at home, being looked after by his ex-wife. When he was writing his novels, he enjoyed writing stories that appealed to those who liked challenging themselves to solve mysteries that were set out before their eyes, but they couldn't. His 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 incident 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 six years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All ten of his novels are now published by Next Chapter Publishing Company which has added an edition titled The Heirs And Descendants Collection, which holds all four books of that series, alongside an edition titled The Lies And Consequences Collection which contains all four volumes of that series. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed executive 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 his first novel. Less
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4 Responses to Screaming Voices

  1. Hi Danny, this really is an excellent poem. It is melancholy, but so expressive. Watching people we love age is one of the hardest things in the world 💕

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