Jaded lasting tedium

beset with gloomy cape

 

More I try ridding off

seems stuck at nape

 

Tattered and misshapen

the vilely kind of garb

 

Root cause for despair

inviting many a barb

 

Donned inadvertently

as cover up sort drape

 

From all harsh realities

 when I sought escape

 

Ever since it stayed on

not even once removed

 

Just kept on  waiting

 but others had moved

 

As part of second skin

it now remains clung

 

Sets me out peculiarly

as paradoxically stung

 

I’m way beyond bother

with suspicion if  seen

 

An odd sort of paradigm

who’s far, still in between