I wake up each day feeling hollow. <br />No matter what I do, I can’t seem to get rid of the sorrow. <br />I curse the night and refuse to give in to slumber, <br />Afraid of seeing you in my dreams, making me remember. <br />Alone in pain and misery, I wallow, <br />Dreading the coming of dawn and facing another tomorrow.<br /><br />Aryl Eam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hollow-35/
