Hidden Thoughts Poem by Aaron Lynn

Hidden Thoughts



What has come of my life?

What has come of my pride?

I've never strayed from my goal.

Yet, I'm still left in the cold.

I feel a promise of doom.

Beneath the stare of the moon.

Maybe I'm better off gone.

Maybe we're better off gone.

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