Sunday Morn'

How could I

For years and years

Not understand

My darkest fears

But just today

I think I might

Start getting me

And knowing why

Of what I love

And what I lack

That life is not

Just white and black

And all my smiles

They come from shame

When realized

I’m not to blame

The days that I

Do feel at peace

They stem from hours

My tears released

So what is god?

Dear gals and lads

Divine just good?

It’s also bad

Cause how can we

Know anything

Without the contrast

Sooth to sting

So let me tell you

What I be

There’s nice and fair

And pain in me

Just like a vine

I tangle, still

Producing wine

From labored fields

But then again,

I’ll never know

It’s Sunday morn’

I’ll let it go