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No longer do dragonflies dart across crystal pools,
nor do dolphins dive over waves.
Crickets ceased chirping long ago,
and the birds won't sing again.
Trees have bowed their mighty heads,
and plants are withered cadavers.
Buildings lie silent like fallen giants,
and bodies lie abandoned in the dust.
The sky weeps acid ash-filled tears,
in an exorbitant display of Nature's power,
over an already broken world.
Earth is an empty vessel.
I trudge through mounds of urban gore,
my heart a frigid stone.
My mind unravels at the seams,
as the silence takes it's toll.
Like a beast I stalk through the city,
while desperately holding on to my sanity.
Logic I once firmly grasped slips away,
I must escape this metropolitan nightmare.
Into the jungle I slip away,
branches and brambles block my path,
But I no longer care,
even as they barrage my body like a sea of swords.
I find respite from the cruel reality in a cave,
In its earthy embrace I realize the truth,
I am the last, I am alone.
And I have a choice.
Death offers cool relief from a life spent alone,
but before I leap I can't look this time.
I'd be jumping into the abyss blind.
would I be trading fear for suffering?
What lies beyond I'll never know,
maybe not even when I get there.
I need not make a decision now,
So I won't. Not just yet.
nor do dolphins dive over waves.
Crickets ceased chirping long ago,
and the birds won't sing again.
Trees have bowed their mighty heads,
and plants are withered cadavers.
Buildings lie silent like fallen giants,
and bodies lie abandoned in the dust.
The sky weeps acid ash-filled tears,
in an exorbitant display of Nature's power,
over an already broken world.
Earth is an empty vessel.
I trudge through mounds of urban gore,
my heart a frigid stone.
My mind unravels at the seams,
as the silence takes it's toll.
Like a beast I stalk through the city,
while desperately holding on to my sanity.
Logic I once firmly grasped slips away,
I must escape this metropolitan nightmare.
Into the jungle I slip away,
branches and brambles block my path,
But I no longer care,
even as they barrage my body like a sea of swords.
I find respite from the cruel reality in a cave,
In its earthy embrace I realize the truth,
I am the last, I am alone.
And I have a choice.
Death offers cool relief from a life spent alone,
but before I leap I can't look this time.
I'd be jumping into the abyss blind.
would I be trading fear for suffering?
What lies beyond I'll never know,
maybe not even when I get there.
I need not make a decision now,
So I won't. Not just yet.
I had to write a poem about pain and loneliness for school. I didn't want to go the cliche route about break ups or lost friendships so I decided to write from the perspective of the last person left on Earth after an apocalypse.
I chose the title "Late of Humanity" because I like the old-fashioned use of "late" as in "recently but no longer" (Dictionary.com). As the last person alive on Earth, the narrator would've been late of humanity, at least in my mind.
I chose the title "Late of Humanity" because I like the old-fashioned use of "late" as in "recently but no longer" (Dictionary.com). As the last person alive on Earth, the narrator would've been late of humanity, at least in my mind.
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This really hit home for me. I feel as if I am the one being described in the poem. A job well done!