The World With No One Left

December 25, 2017
By RandomWriter923 SILVER, Freehold, New Jersey
RandomWriter923 SILVER, Freehold, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"Confidence is the key in the door to success." - a fortune cookie I got once (iconic, I know.)


It was the second weekend of school
Felt more like October, the way it was cool
A breeze that ruffled the trees
Everyone disappeared, even the bees
The bugs were gone
The people were gone
The only two left stared out from their lawn
At the world with no one left
At the world with no one left

Light from the windows evaporated
In the eyes of the two who’re exasperated
And even though people were actually there
An ominous smell drifted through the air
And the mood of the day leemed
And to the two people it really seemed
That the bugs were gone
The people were gone
The only two left stared out from their lawn
At the world with no one left
At the world with no one left

The chattering of people left behind
And with it their words, both mean and both kind
Because the ears of the two were blocked
In their places, they seemed to be locked
Suddenly a whoosh of air
Took one of the ones who were standing there
The other one turned and saw a blank space
A look of terror crossing her face
Because
The bugs were gone
The people were gone
The only one left stared out from her lawn
At the world with no one left
At the world with no one left

And to you it might seem wild
That an illusion like that was not very mild
And that the ears
And eyes
And speech of the girl
Ceased to work, blocking out the world
And now you must, you have to see
That the last girl
In the world
Is me
And as I believed then and as I believe now
The bugs are gone
The people are gone
I'm the only one left standing in my lawn
Staring
At the world with no one left
At the world with no one left


The author's comments:

This poem can be taken in a couple of ways. I originally wrote this when my best friend and I went for a walk and noticed that the town seemed deserted since no one was outside, and even the animals weren't out because it was too cold. Reading it over again, I noticed that it could be about two people writing or reading something together and getting so involved that the world seems to disappear. The poem could also hint at two people dealing with a tragedy, one getting over it before the other.


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