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Jaded

by Deborah Breuer

Feeling worn-down,
I’ve become jaded.
Confused and ultimately indifferent.
This has made me cool,
Not cold.
No, not cold.
Like the gems that fill my eyes
I am hard,
However, penetrable
If only an effort were made.
And this is where my confusion takes flight.
Have I not so much to give,
Have I not the heart to receive,
That with these abilities
A true kiss the spell could break?
For a witch has jaded me,
Making me feel.
Unknowing of what could happen,
If it all could be real.
And I’m not feeling worn-down,
I’m revived again,
Feeling a pulse,
Of life,
Unjaded.

11/13/2006

Posted on 11/14/2006
Copyright © 2020 Deborah Breuer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 01/06/07 at 07:34 AM

Just tell him to walk away; it's cold, but his confusion just clouds his memory of why it didn't work out in the first place. Well written piece for a friend.

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