The Last Man on Earth
He pulls up a chair and stairs out the window.
No buildings, no trees, no people.
No more hustle or bustle.
He's the last man on earth.
Tick-tock goes the clock.
But does time really matter when there's no one to notice?
He has no where to go, no appointments or meetings.
He's the last man on earth.
The sun shines in hues of gray.
The night is black and starless.
No need to lock the door when he sleeps.
He's the last man on earth.
Silence buzzes all around.
Only thing that's louder than the silence is his breathing.
All alone, even the animals eventually faded into nothing.
He's the last man on earth.
Slowly he grows older.
Slowly his soul dwindles to nothing.
He's as void on the inside as the world is on the outside.
He was truly the last man on earth.
Sadness and depression seeps in.
He's pulled the black curtains closed.
He can't stand the sight of the desolate land.
He was the last man on earth.
Rata-tat-tat
Three knocks sounded on the door.
First noise he's heard in years.
"You are not alone." the eerie voice croaked.
Lies. Lies. Lies.
He watched them all die.
He watched the bodies burn.
He was! He was the last man on earth!
The knob turned.
He never locked the door.
The hinges creaked in protest.
The last man on earth quivered in fear.
"It is time for you."
The voice echoed off the decaying walls.
Death settled in.
The last man on earth was no more.
No buildings, no trees, no people.
No more hustle or bustle.
He's the last man on earth.
Tick-tock goes the clock.
But does time really matter when there's no one to notice?
He has no where to go, no appointments or meetings.
He's the last man on earth.
The sun shines in hues of gray.
The night is black and starless.
No need to lock the door when he sleeps.
He's the last man on earth.
Silence buzzes all around.
Only thing that's louder than the silence is his breathing.
All alone, even the animals eventually faded into nothing.
He's the last man on earth.
Slowly he grows older.
Slowly his soul dwindles to nothing.
He's as void on the inside as the world is on the outside.
He was truly the last man on earth.
Sadness and depression seeps in.
He's pulled the black curtains closed.
He can't stand the sight of the desolate land.
He was the last man on earth.
Rata-tat-tat
Three knocks sounded on the door.
First noise he's heard in years.
"You are not alone." the eerie voice croaked.
Lies. Lies. Lies.
He watched them all die.
He watched the bodies burn.
He was! He was the last man on earth!
The knob turned.
He never locked the door.
The hinges creaked in protest.
The last man on earth quivered in fear.
"It is time for you."
The voice echoed off the decaying walls.
Death settled in.
The last man on earth was no more.
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I thought it would be nice to write a poem for Halloween. I read a two sentence horror story the other day (read them, they are creepy) and there was this one about the last man on earth. The idea freaks me out, so here's what came from that. Correction the story is: Knock by Fredic Brown. One of the creepiest, shortest stories I've ever read. THANK YOU LADYSCHREI!