Last Alive?

Poem for creative writing class about living life as the last human...in my living room.

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.