theres a hole in my soul <br />it's allure is magnetic <br />and it's darkness whole <br /> <br />it beckons every night <br />when i'm slow and sad and weak <br />the battle that i fight <br />is ancient <br />my defense at times meek <br /> <br />my armor <br />is heavy <br />and my soul sore <br />as my tragedies play out <br />and my heart bleeds into my throat <br />i have to stomp out the darkness <br />before it swallows me whole. <br /> <br />the battle wages till morn <br />wages on and on <br />i have to hunt for that dawn <br />which will finally <br />defeat the hole <br /> <br />till then.... <br />i must live this vigil <br />till then <br />stay afloat.........!<br /><br />wardha jawdat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vigil-2/
