Jaded

Jaded

I’ve done it all before.
Heard the knock.
Checked the door.
I died in a foxhole
as a boy.
Truculence leaks.
Obstreperous ploys.
So I fuss and fight
and cry to sleep.
Like a child.
Like a sheep.
I’ve done it all before.
Tired;
Or is there more?
Does it fade,
Or has it faded?
Is it jade,
Or have I jaded?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful use of words. Each line with a story.
"I died in a foxhole
as a boy.
Truculence leaks.
Obstreperous ploys."
I like the many questions in the poem. This is my kind of poetry. Create thoughts. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Wolfhilde]

Again a Beautiful poem. as always :)

[TLK]

"I died in a foxhole
as a boy."

is rhymed with "obstreperous ploys".

I'm afraid that I'm going to have to charge you with not intending to meaning anything with this writing.

Perhaps it is jade.

[RFDIII]

Poetry, oh poet me! Must I decipher lines?
It is nothing but stream of consciousness.

[TLK]

"Raw diamonds have potential, yes; yet it is the polished ones that we wear."
Lord Reginald Maudeley Madeupname, from "Pretend It's A Quote So It Is More Impressive" (published by Faber & Faber, 1933).

[RFDIII]

That is a potent quote, veritably, but I do not always make diamonds, and if I did, I certainly would not give them out for free.

[afra]

great write ...well done