theres a hole in my soul
it's allure is magnetic
and it's darkness whole

it beckons every night
when i'm slow and sad and weak
the battle that i fight
is ancient
my defense at times meek

my armor
is heavy
and my soul sore
as my tragedies play out
and my heart bleeds into my throat
i have to stomp out the darkness
before it swallows me whole.

the battle wages till morn
wages on and on
i have to hunt for that dawn
which will finally
defeat the hole

till then....
i must live this vigil
till then
stay afloat.........!

wardha jawdat

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