by Matt Mortensen

Created on: December 06, 2007

Lonely Vigil

I keep a lonely vigil in the depths of my soul
Each and every day.

Constantly they rage, my quarries,
A never-ending battle between myself and me.

And all the while I sit
On the cruel fence of eternity.

Today myself is victor,
A fierce battle it was, as always.

Yesterday it was not thus.
Myself was utterly vanquished by me.

I think I root for one over the other,
The self I truly wish to hold sway.

He is powerful, truth be told,
Perhaps he will destroy myself one day.

And I will be happy, I suppose,
For I can end my watch.

Yet, no, my quarries.
Ever cruel is the fence upon which I sit.

And it is a lonely vigil that I keep,
For I alone am the one, eternal constant.

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