shades

have I mentioned before how I loathe grey?
Areas of black and white mixed with such subtlety
that I am often left to wonder why these shades of grey
proclaim concoctions spillin of powder and dust
that can hardly be differentiated,
white from black; black from white

reminding me the obsecurity I face
as I struggle alone seeking to find
right from wrong; wrong from right
troubles born from innocence left to fade
naivety bearin forgotteness to my aging soul
jus like love letters tucked between school books left to grow old

i trade in one for the other
black for white; white for black
but each time not knowing what i earn in return
right for wrong; wrong for right

so pardon me if you will
from your sword and your harsh decides
shower thy mercy to me
as one wld unto he with lies for words

feed me the sweet beckoning of truth
stealin from my grasp the rust of hate
the uncertainty of my past undoings
reveal upon me the light of ur unending love.