Created: 4/19/2018
Poetry Genre: Horror
*Nobody's Home*
The door has been left open,
A blood smear easily seen.
No sound comes from inside,
And the streets are deserted.
I walk inside and look around,
The house has been destroyed.
Guts, blood, vomit and bodies,
Are all that can be found.
I feel just like a stranger,
As I stand inside my home.
It's then that I suddenly realize,
I've lost all I've ever known.
The couch has been flipped over,
The coffee table is shattered.
The TV has a hole in it,
But's not what matters.
It's the end of the world,
There's no one left alive.
Everyone's dead, and nobody's home.
The end.
