Poetry

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By

David R Mellor

So many are falling from the skies, of comfortable lives

So many are falling from the skies, of comfortable lives

Until between the clouds, we can see me and you

Drinking in the bar one minute

Then outside Tesco

Mouths ajar

So many are breaking up inside

Falling from the skies,

Of comfortable lives

Passing the credit cards

Trying to grasp Universal Credit

Fingertips touching their children

On the way down

Landing with a crash

At their door

Now repossessed

With someone else inside

So many are slipping through the cracks

Of this freezing land

Perishing in doorways

No hope in sight

Except

Your hand 

David R Mellor

Born 1964, (Liverpool, England) difficult birth, didn’t find my voice until my youth. Years of thinking I was nobody and treated as such. However, hit the paper papering over the scars. Found understanding and belief through words. I have been published and performed widely from the BBC, The Tate, galleries and pubs and everything in between.

My poems are autobiographical, others topical and several my take on life. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I have enjoyed writing. Please feel free to share your thoughts on links below.

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