Lost Worlds to Find Again

The room is dark;
The walls are stark;
The streets are dim;
Like the place I’m in.

The streets are bare;
There’s no-one there
My hope is gone;
I’m weak, not strong.

My hopes are dashed;
Two worlds have clashed,
The one I knew
I now eschew.

But now I’m here –
A  world of fear;
A trembling mind
As thoughts unwind;
In a hazy daze
I spend my days.

But there is hope,
I’ll learn to cope.
I will find peace
And then release
The purest dove
To bless the love
Of those who care,
Whose lives I share.