Hollow Poem by Nebil Elias

Faking a soul from which is lost
The years of abuse have taken it as cost
Days I feel hollow and barely real
No sign of happiness in which to feel

At night my mind riddles with thoughts I can't suspend
Trying to brush them aside and continue to pretend
I wish there was a way to stay safe and sound
A way to sleep without being found

But at night is when he always comes
The memories of his wrath in which I've to succumb
Thinking so clearly of all of my deaths
Wondering if one of them is truly what's next

Because no matter how wonderful my day
All of the hope at night ripped away
By the knowledge that, of you, I'll never be free
Because the fear keeps you forever a part of me