A Variety of Thoughts After an Encounter With Sheridan – However Brief – From Fey To Wry – Forget Dread
© by Brodiss 2002. 
I look for others to believe in me
Because I can't believe in myself
When I love someone
It is unconditional
I love them as they are
I love them because they are
And that is always my undoing
My Life Story –
I was born dead
But they made the body breathe
Somehow they were too late
What was me
Never came back fully.
But I still breathe.
You got me wrong my dear
My poetry is no game
Fixing words to paper
Is just my way
Of trying to pin down reality
Of trying to find myself
And some sense of being
Hasn't worked so far
But I try.
People have told me lies
And I have believed the misdirections
Now I am lost
And don't know how to get back
Look into my eyes and what do you see?
Nothing? Or
Your own reflection?
It must be one or the other
There is no other option
Here I stand and faze the rain
Ignoble magnitude of belief
Allowing the power to daunt nature
And cause it to stand aside.
The green upon the grey
The calm within the storm
All points diverge
To flow with time
Until once more they meet
To hide meanings in words
That seem so innocent
But which hide a kindness
So sweet in its being
It could almost not be real
Belief in finer emotions
Expression of joy within the soul
Minds touch however briefly
And then move on
Made richer by the meeting
If you want someone to love you
Then don't turn away
Your desires may be closer to reality
Than any could suspect
Can we but hope to dream
Of a time
When
Faces start at me
So many accusing eyes
Condemning my every breath
Sorrow, pain, anger
Spilling out onto my existence
So little laughter
Amongst all the tears
Little wonder our dreams are framed in grey
Loose talk kills
Though most do not realise it
They believe life is all
That can be taken
And trampled on
But that is because
Too much has died already
What will this emotion do?
Obsess, possess or distress?
Probably just leave a mess
I think of you and smile
The reasons why too complex
To commit to the restriction of words.
In my mind
Visions splendid unfold
But how can I explain that which is not reality