The Hole

There is Hole Although it is small, it is still a hole. I cannot see it, embedded deep in my soul and everyday, without fail it makes itself known, makes me frail. I do not feel it shrink, not feel it grow but thier it is, on my head, under my toe Never do i think of it when entertained but in a moment of boredom, I am soon pained. Opening up and swallowing me inside Drained of energy, confidence and pride. blurring the lines, my insecurities flourish Lost in myself, wanting to make a switch It fades away quick, just as it came leaving me flushed, confused and vain. My lifes demon, this mystical eye Provides the fuel to burn the fire When finally I tie my ego to the pyre.