Amiss in the swish of ivory taunts,
in moss stroked misery curling to haunt;
somewhere out there is an answer to find,
a reason why life is choking to bind.
Remarks are uttered to slander and vaunt,
amiss in the swish of ivory taunts;
cold insecurities on which to feed,
a mere scapegoat blamed for their rancid deeds.
Each day drips by and I'm forced to feign
my mask of survival to shield disdain;
amiss in the swish of ivory taunts,
while false friendships flash in failure, to flaunt.
Simple wishes to wake without dismay,
instead of being cloaked in their forray;
I'm tired of the fight to push it avaunt,
amiss in the swish of ivory taunts.
