I woke up one morning
To find that everyone was gone
No human being or animal was alive
They all disappeared that night
Walked around for a month in a daze
Making my way through this maze.
Trapped on this planet all by myself
Tormented by the notion that
Nothing much has actually changed
Even when I was surrounded by others
I was always alone.
I miss those, that wouldn't miss me
But I don't think I need any company
Some would say it's a blessing
Some would say it's a curse
Being the last man on earth.
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Author:
Tommy Dingo (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Fiction
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Comments3
A most interesting metaphor for social isolation. Nicely rhymed.
Thank you so much
Nicely composed lines. I enjoyed reading your poem about isolation. Well done.
Thank you so much
Isolation for some good and some bad, nicely expressed write, enjoyed the read
Thank you so much very much appreciated!
You are very welcome
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