Heart Jaded
Time passed
the day faded
self reflection
revealed
a heart jaded.
Colors of excitement,
identity of the spirit,
Mixer of the colors?
I'm afraid, I did it.
There was no fault
found in creating black.
No regretting,
looking back.
I looked at my heart
saw it as jaded,
camouflaged with the night.
How was I to know
the day had faded?
© Jillian Scott 2008
poem by Jillian Scott
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