i scrap away
at a tiny pale dot
the eye catches it quickly
in the sea of black and grey
encrusted and much shrunk
it’s sheen dulled
it’s surface marked
it nonetheless remains stubborn
my little spot of faded virtue
i scrap away
at a tiny pale dot
the eye catches it quickly
in the sea of black and grey
encrusted and much shrunk
it’s sheen dulled
it’s surface marked
it nonetheless remains stubborn
my little spot of faded virtue