Affront

What can be this withering wind
That makes one feel so small?
Derision and contempt undeserved…
Affront.

Marauding raiders, of disdaining scorn
With needles of cacti your heart adorn
Suffering flesh encase in thorn
In their grisly hunt.

Derision and contempt undeserved…
Affront.

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