Aaron Lynn Poems

If only my shyness was broken,
And sent with a wrath to its grave.
If only the words that I've spoken
Were welcomed with more than false praise.
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Take me back to where I was,
I'm far from ready for the world.
Lead me back into my shell
Where I will lay, forever curled.
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Seekers of the light
Charred by the flare of it's aura
Swirling in nocturnal reverie
In ecstatic pursuit of thy prominence
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Through the life that I have crafted,
Through the seeds I've left unsown.
Through the swiftest of betrayals,
Reaping all I've ever known.
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I've seen the sun rise.
I've witnessed it's fall.
From the frigid to the scalding.
I can't pinpoint whats beyond.
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They gather in congregation.
Their prophet wired into their core.
To avoid, and yet, to conquer.
The blood on Satan's sword.
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At the zenith of my being,
I can see a light ahead.
Illumination slowly rises
From underworlds of pain and dread.
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This coil shall end abruptly
By my own empowered hand.
The curse of aging will not take me,
I transcend its dishonoring vice.
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With the ego cast away,
You see this gift in brand new lights.
The bigger picture is revealed
Within the landscape of the skies.
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My wings have spread like righteous fire
That melts away all grief.
Awakening the dormant will
That spent far too long asleep.
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