Last Alive?

The silence surrounded me,
Flicker of the candle flame dancing.
Not another soul have I seen.
Humanities greed left nature prancing,
Oh glorious is the silence.
Technology useless, music produce-less.
And here I sit, last alive, all alone.
Why do I linger,
Life felt so meaningless before.
Now a life of solitude and no one at my door.
Solitude has left the world wide open
Yet here I sit, afraid of freedom.
Afraid to to explore....
Shhhh.....listen what's that noise?
The door, light and dim....
Knocking? A quiet request for entry?
Chances of that slim,
To the door I go, knocking louder
Sweat drips, skin crawls, chills grow.
Why am I such a coward...
Another human? Contact? Life? A future?
If that's the case I must know!
I slam the door open...
And freedom stands there.
An empty door way
Which guards the way to so much more.
So out I go, away from fear,
Time to explore, to escape from here.
So long useless living room,
No longer will I slowly die within you.