Escape…
I escaped
existence
And death
Lived on a
frayed
Nerve, till
It tangled into
A fishing
net
Let it dissolve
on a sea
Bed of
tears
Till you all
left me
And I had no
need
To escape
existence
Or death
Erased
I turned your page
But I wasn’t in
it
I thought I was
your blockbuster
Spine chilling
thriller
Suspense on
every page
A delightful
rom-com
I was Hugh Grant
And you were my
fair maiden
But I turned
over
And I wasn’t in
it
A black
fairytale…
The letters
having turned
To snow
On the page
The Dead Seen Scrolls
Scrolling down…
I see a notice
of a “Heavenly Birthday”
Of someone I
never knew was dead
We were in a
band together, that faded
very fast
But down the
Dead seen Scrolls
there is no
mention of those years
So long in the
past…
And how a gentle
soul touched me so deeply
As deep as the
sea I sail on now
Sinking deeper
And deeper
Into the past
DAVID R MELLOR
DAVID R MELLOR: Born 1964,
(Liverpool, England) to a difficult birth, David didn't find his voice until
his youth. Years of thinking he was nobody and treated as such. Including a
period of homelessness in the desperate Thatcher Years. However, he hit the
paper papering over the scars. Found understanding and belief through words. He
has been published and performed widely from the BBC, The Tate, galleries and
pubs and everything in between. Now resident in Turkey he has continued his
literary career. His poems and writings
are autobiographical, others topical and several his take on life. Hope
you enjoy.
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