There are no dreams for a broken soul that never sleeps.
Lost without hope, the mind and heart forever weeps.
Desolate and destroyed, what was is no longer there.
Vast is the void, of eyes wide open with nothing to share.
Broke within, a soul of doubt, there is nothing more to ever see.
Closing my eyes... the dreams are without, of what lies deep in me.
M Curtis

Joyce 
