Upcoming Past
In limbo here I lie,
Trying to find an excuse, a reason to try,
But as I think of the upcoming past,
I remember that I am so not up to the task.
So I crawl in my shell and hide,
Just waiting for God as life passes by.
Again, I retreat into my shell,
As I wait for the evil to drag me back to hell.
I know what lies ahead;
Nothing but pain and no tears to shed.
I know what lies behind,
Keep it in the darkness, the light it won't shine.
Keep it hidden just like my pride.
Keep it hidden somewhere deep inside.
Jarred Shah
8/20/2020
4:32pm
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