Last Survivor

I am the last man on earth.

Yet the streets aren’t empty

The wind does not whisper,

Unblocked by bodies to press against it.


No, the streets are still full

And cars still rush by,

But I am the last man on earth-

For the creatures beside me aren’t men at all


Everything looks normal-

No one would guess

That I am the last descendant

Of an almost extinct race.


But the lights streaming from open windows

Aren’t revealing objects to fellow humans

They’re exposing the truth that I should’ve known before


I am the last man on earth.


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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