Empty

Empty dreams, spilling from
 A tattered mind, alone.
 Callous and cold the world
 Etching notches in my soul. 

 Empty dreams, spilling from
 A battered soul, alone.
 Toneless and droll my voice
 Braying harshly in my mind.
  
 Empty dreams spilling from
 A ragged body, alone.
 Broken and bruised, abused
 Hard work and middle age.