The Holiest Aura
The aura around me may dim.
But never will wither away.
Guiding me through perpetual nights.
It strays at the first light of day.
The terrors within me will cast it away.
Neglecting my soul, it's beauty at bay.
Protecting myself from this feverish growth.
Putrefied beings through veins of it's host.
Depart from me, memorial tortures!
Negative necrotic tortures.
Dispose of me, unheavenly vultures!
Surviving the slaughters, still severed with scars.
Chronic inner wounds.
A solitary room.
Head in hands, my gloom.
Rising up, my doom.
It took me a year within that sanctum.
To even fathom what I'd lost.
Now I'm riding through all storms.
Living my life with fingers crossed.
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poem by Aaron Lynn
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