Worlds

I know another world in my head
Stretchers, strollers and hospital beds
People dressed in gowns, white and pale
The shells of humans long gone stale

I know another world that’s in my head
Dust, smoke, gravel and mouldy bread
Gunshots echoing off the walls
Merciless to all desperate calls

I know another world that’s in my head
There’s alleyways and graffiti red
Thieves creeping about, misunderstood
Unreasonably shunned by the neighbourhood

I know another world that’s in my head
Blackouts, darkness, the living dead
Corpses decaying with no haste
For creatures with a bloody taste

I know another world that’s in my head
Where secrets are concealed in an old shed
Rain hammering down to quench the thirst of the soil
Salt in the wound after hours of toil

I know another world that’s in my head
Books, folders, laptops and pencils of lead
But wait… it was not born from the depths of my mind
This world is real, and it’s the only one I’ll find