Childhood Home Poem by Afia Gyimah

Very bright
Home
Surreal
It feels like a dream
The grass seems greener
The sky seems brighter
And these homes
They look familiar
Overwhelming
Nostalgia
Walking through
Every home seems new
Everything is so
Bright
But I just can't help
But feel
Anxious
Something is wrong
So bright
But so
Empty
Where is everyone?
It feels as if
Maybe I
Shouldn't be here
I see someone
Is that somebody?
At the doorway?
No
Is that...
Is that a corpse?
Wait...
But don't the Jackson's live there?
Everywhere
Corpses
In every
House
I feel so
Scared
As if there's something
Here
Behind me
Wait...
In that window?
Exavius?
I haven't seen
Him
In so long
He sees me through
The window
Under the tree
He approaches
Some sort of
Familiarity
I ask
You still live here?
Yes
Where is everyone?
Gone
But why are you still
Happy?
Because
Look
How bright
I miss you
Me too
Can you call
Me
Some time
It doesn't work
I can't recall
The numbers
He has to go before
I'm seen?
Remember them
Call me later
But I can't..
He walks
Away
Everything is gone
It slips away
So quickly
The brightness
This isn't home
I want to go
Home
Away
From here
But it's hard
To let go
After seeing him
After seeing
Home
I can't move
I can't go ask
But I can't remember
He's gone
Everyone's
Gone
It's all
Gone