Private thoughts going in my head.. too personal and unknown to be said.. a shred.. of my life passed through my soul.. widening the hole.. of this private thought.. that can never be told.. Only I, and He who behold knows.. none else who will judge the mold.. foretold was my life, in this life.. I was told.. So poweful I Know.. still so these thoughts still flow.. Who can hold this smoking coal?. burning up my soul.. suppose .. I speak gold.. forgiven so--private thoughts .. turn cold.
