I Thought

Dark Shades

I burst in anger like 

an amateur that 

can't handle the 

pressure.

I rise into the next 

chapter more 

fractured than the 

page before.

I'm bitter...every day

a little weaker. This

pit I'm in just gets 

deeper. The hill...

steeper. 

A pale exterior, a 

reflection of a lifeless 

interior...like a picture

with no colour.

Verse of the poem:

Genesis 4

7: If you do well, won’t

you be accepted? But

if you don’t do well, sin

is lying outside your

door ready to attack.

It wants to control you,

but you must master it.

Submit

Verse of the poem:

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James 4

7: Submit yourselves,

then, to God. Resist the

devil, and he will flee

from you.