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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.

 
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mstarks2018

My name is Maddie Starks. I love creative writing, and I live in Greenville, South Carolina. When I'm not writing poetry, I spend my time playing the guitar and singing. I enjoy writing poems that display the intrinsic value that words naturally hold. As; you read through my poetry, I'd like to emphasize the difference between the author and the narrator :)

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