Me
by: Nikolai

I am the Last of the Mohicans,
The Omega Man.
I am the empty mailbox.

I am a bottomless pit
Filled to the brim
With emptiness.

I am the thorn
That pricks the finger
On the hand of happiness.

I am the mouse,
Caught in a trap,
Who only wanted a bit of cheese.

I am the last drop of milk
In the bottom of the carton
That no one wants to drink.

I am lungs,
Struggling to breath,
Drowning in an empty sea.

I am Romeo without a Juliet,
Cheech without a Chong,
The Odd Couple minus one.

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