Home



Bewildered, confused above anything else, lost

There is only darkness

Beyond what I see

A road only lit by a single light post

I can't remember the past;

The past thirty minutes that is

Time flies by so fast

Still the night is what the world came to be.

Crashed cars, smoke everywhere

I saw no one, not a single soul is near

Has the rapture come

I need to get home

Stumbling, I can't really feel my legs

No matter I must go

Where has everyone gone

I look at my phone:

December 1

It was eerily quiet

Like the ghostly graveyard

The town looks like a riot

The road home is too far

Going down the alley

I saw this man, tall, maybe a burglar

Trying to stab me like a psycho

He got me, but I was lucky

I lived for another day

Blood was dripping but I am okay

My hands felt cold and chilly

Maybe because it's that time of the year

Back home, my family, my friends

This day is evoking my fear

I look at my phone again:

December 5

I've been walking 4 days straight

What a time to be alive!

I continued until December 8

Yet still, I was far from home

By my will, I continue to roam

The days get increasingly longer

I await my long deserved slumber

Fifteen days and still no soul in touch

I'm no people person myself

But I indulge my self to such

A little company wouldn't be bad

Especially them fresh blood

Can't remember the last meal I had

All I need is to get home

Finally! Some people I see from afar

Though they're running away

I must catch up to them, I must

I remember the warmth before I woke up

Hot coffee and blankets

Books in hand reading Harry Potter

Soaking my feet in boiling hot water

How I long for my wife

Wondering about her whereabouts

December 20

When I get my coco I'll have them plenty

This travel is too long

Growing impatient by the minute

I crossed the mountains

Just to get to those people

There they were or so I thought

But it's another group of people like me

I find myself humming as I walk

As these people don't really like to talk

Though, they make a really great company

I don't mind them near

The more the merrier, right?

We continue on up till the night

It's past Christmas already

December 30

I'm getting thirsty

Down the river, I'm sure they crossed here

Many of us were lost crossing

We don't have time to mourn

Fifteenth day or so, I can't count

The people I saw before

They're close by I can hear them

They're just across this huge ravine

They look like the most beautiful I've seen

So white and clean

I see a lot of backpacks

Hikers look like that I believe

I've got to go to them, but I'll eat first

The man who stabbed me

Was super tasty

I've got no time to spare

Does it look fine

Is there something on my hair?

I take my mates and go

I start to hum-

I am excited

My wife must be among them

Gotta look good for once

Surely enough I see her there

Stunning looks

Perfect body and skin

And golden locks of hair

She sees us and her companions

They were startled

They weren't expecting guests

We look horrible, I guess

I see her with tears

Running down in her cheeks

Hugs me tight

Haven't seen her in weeks

Her companions got mad

And said I don't belong

I think they're wrong

Mountains, rivers, crossed them all

Just to meet her

She said something

I didn't hear her quite well

My blood boiled at the sight of her friends

I'm not me when I get hungry

My wife tried

But she couldn't stop us

I can't stand being put down

Ripped them to pieces

Each limb for my own companions

I relished the brutality I caused

Lost in the moment

I had just realized

She hugs me and says it's alright

Settled down but I just might

Can't see her face

Blurred beyond recognition

This voice isn't hers, I know that well

Do you think I'll be foolish enough?

You're not her but just another person

I was wrong to even come

She wouldn't let go

So I put a hole in her chest

It felt so satisfying

There's blood everywhere

They had so much

I just started munching

Been walking so far I gave in to my hunger

Stumble, shuffle, groan, roar

When will I find my home I wonder

Until then, I'm hungry and I'm coming for more.

About this poem

Inspired by 'I am the apocalypse' by: Lichtjunger, set on an apocalyptic dystopia where a man struggles to find his home

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Written on October 24, 2022

Submitted by lorenzcgmal on October 24, 2022

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Words 941
Stanzas 137
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