Distorted Poem by Robert Sheridan

Truth suffers... radically distorted
Misdirected accuracy – balanced/unbalanced
Both gone to never-never land with the dearly departed
Emotions recollected... torturously screamed – distorted
Melodramatic actions – past orally painted
The torso dismembers while the head ironically fragments;
Fragments that thieve through an imprisoned hourglass
Isolate the sand, not the seconds – dammit!
Broken, then semi-repaired with plaster of perish...
Now, trying to resemble the remembrances -
Send forth the memories, or was that images distorted?
Hooray for one’s libelous, demented pride;
An impulse from birth – habit of time – casually connected
With brick & mortar, or was that tears & sweat?
Realizable myths (how dare I lie to myself) ... mirrored & distorted;
Warped patience, crippled facial expressions
My current state of mind – how unworthy
Oh, please do observe my self-effacement/resonant comfort distorted.

'2007'