moody meanderings

I cannot take another step. My dreams lie broken before me like shards of glass. I have no more dreams left to hold on to. No more hope. It sounds bleak and melodramatic, even hollow, which makes it all the more pathetic. Yet, that is where I'm at. Where do you go when you have no dreams left to follow? What do you hope for? And why is it cowardly to wish a quick and quiet end? Who would continue to walk the lonely and weary miles if they knew the light was never coming at the end of that long and very dark tunnel? I do not have it left in me to carry on.