Dreamless

They say dreams sing to the hearts that dare,

In hush of night, they rise like prayer.

But I-  in sleep, no visions come-

Just silence loud, and senses numb.

A soul adrift where stars don’t gleam,

Am I unfit to even dream?

Am I a husk, too frail to even yearn?

A lantern dim, with no fire left to burn?

No future calls, no fate draws near,

Just brittle days, and nights unclear.

Is there a fault the gods have sown?

Why must I ache, unlit, without a dream?