I Walk Alone (Sonnet) Poem by Jacque Hardison

I am living with no one else around.
The only soul that is inhaling in air.
There is only one sound,
And that is the wind blowing through my hair.
The streets are empty.
This city has turned into a ghost town.
Food that is plenty,
As if I was a king with his crown.
My lover has gone.
Friends and family are no where to be found.
Not even a bug on my front lawn.
And not even one dog at the pound.
My journey is to see if any life form is shown.
Until then, I walk alone.