Chagrin

by Cotek·76 words·38s read
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(A feeling of vexation, marked by disappointment or humiliation)

In the heat of the day,
I covered my shame,
The sun scourges sore,
Still, under the blanket, I'll lay,
Clothed in a dark garment,
Farmers often ask; are you okay?
Friends see me, perceive fashion,
It's the new trend, they concluded,
So they play along with my madness,
I veil myself, yet appear fancy,
My cloak masks my shame,
But for how long?
∞ ∞ ∞
Cotek
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