The Home I Knew

Spiders creeping,

trains screeching,

father screaming,

children weeping.


Snowball fights

and buzzing bees,

cigarette lights

and scraped knees.


Grocery stores

and restaurants near,

here I am happy

but I also know fear.


I am falling,

being ripped away,

the place I called home

is home no more


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