“STENCH” – Poem

Inside my closet full of apparels
for extravagant appearances,
flaunting one for every trait,
from empathy to patience,
lies an old smelly sock
of pettiness, my favorite.

For each attire I don,
the distinct stink of pettiness
lurks beneath.
A tussle to dazzle the eyes,
to confuse the nose
pointing at my feet.

Don’t get me wrong.
I am not ashamed of the sock,
I secretly own it.
This façade is a constant reminder,
to separate the stink
from the stale stench
of my naked being upon it.