Gray

You’re ought to grey

You’ll lose all those shine and the glow

Skin will wrinkle and face will age

The mind will mature

And the soul will experience the days.

Days, hours, minutes and second

You go round and forward

Making circles and lines that weren’t planned

And you’d realize why all this happened

Those were inevitable

Days, or no days

The account we carry

The baggage we are supposed to spare in this flesh

Shall be spared.

We may get mercy from the merciful, forgiveness from him

But how can you forgive yourself, for the things you did?

Greying with highlights of guilt is probably the worst color.