I’ve struggled through this thicket hedge,
Its brambles bleed my grasping fists.
Then once again I’m looking round
And facing yet another lawn.
A thousand houses all the same:
I’ve lost the dream to see them all,
For what they once held out for me.
I see them all as dust and loss.
The lawns are free of weeds and moss
Those hours of hope and joy they took.
Their mystery stands: what led to this?
How empty had that world become?
I push on through the next thick hedge,
Abandoned up to prayers and fears.