Alone Poem by Isaac Trenholm
Alone
Stoic, loner, introvert, I wore those terms with pride.
No helping hand could dare exert upon my perfect life.
A friend indeed, well not in me, I shunned the strangers touch.
While all the while, I secretly, desired it very much.
Pride, pride, pride behind it do we hide. At least you had the courage to admit the truth. I liked your poem very much! Welcome to PoemHunter. Good start.
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5/18/2024 10:00:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Succinct and powerful; nice :)