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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