The air is still; cool
It’s dark; yet my senses tingle
Hyper-alert to everything
If a leaf dropped a mile away I would hear
Where are all the lives
It’s only myself, when life should be everywhere
How I survived; I do not know
Standing in a forest; yet no animal stirs
The skies are clear; devoid of birds
I am the only one left on this earth
Walk to streams; the water is still
Unmoving; its life vanished as well
I can’t be the only one left
I start walking; to find life
Somehow knowing it’s no more
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