Jaded

my jagged jaded heart

floats sedated by salty tears

its density heavy

laden with cuts, bruises, piercing from a marchetti, barbed wire, burns.

predominantly an emerald aura emanates

flickering with pastel chakra colours

however large pools of empty darkness

sporadically infests its entirety.

it beats resiliently and unnervingly

still festering connection to another core.
too often i feel its putridness aching

desperate for saturation of an endorphin

so too readily my hand

reaches unsteadily

for an object which can offer

one or more pleasure to my senses

taste.

smell.

sound.

sight.

touch.

lust.

And still my numb heart doesn't feel

till the blood fully flows again....

only then ready for another

piercing, burn, scar

to add to the jaded collection.

Reviews

[Aidz]

and so the circle continues :)

[Leslie Philibert]

Like especially the cleverly written end of the poem,with it`s hard hitting one line list of the senses.Good poem that has a lot to offer.

[Lily Mae]

The mysteries of jade and the heart collide here.. I use to imagine Alabaster jars in Egypt hidden away that hold the souls of the ancients..and here I felt that same feel.. Like you were holding your heart in the Jade Jar... xx Nicely done...