Grey Snake

Scales that are black,

seem tarred to the back,

Spark in the distance,

never look back.

Trudge through the mud,

forget all all the shame,

conscience lift up,

never the same.

die in the well,

or claw the way up,

through grit and the slime,

slides right off.

mirror shows truly,

in front of yourself,

Mind but a muscle,

believe in yourself.

TQS