The Last Of Me Poem by Michael Jenkins

Ambiguous, the mind of one who has seen much but knows little
the world makes a sound neither known nor heard
I sit, pondering
asking, is this all there is
what to make of this moment, questing for answers
Knowing nothing of the questions
Alone I am, as I've been before
Different however is the sense within
This is not my path, I know of no way else to go
But to exit this place
To leave it as I found it, without a soul