Roaches, a Poem

The LAST RITES, of the ROACHES, call it, a narrative if you will, a poem, translated…

These Unwelcoming Monsters

Found Their Ways Back Under the Cups

The Ripples in the Darkness, a Glowing Cocoon

Which Religion is, Emitting Beauty Gently

an infestation of ROACHES, you SEE, why people would get disgusted, don’t you???  Not my photograph…

The Defensive Natures, Like the Good-Natured Vermin, Begging to be Crushed

A Person without Love, Seeking Console

The Toes are Shiny and Wavering

But the Heart, Stable & Steady Like a Grave

The Unwelcomed Monsters. Opening Up the Eyes

That Reflective Glow from the Snow

Tolerating on, Like the World

Knowing that, There are, the Tears in One’s

Own World. Letting it All Go, with Those Flowed Out Tears

The Thin Arms in the Eyes

there really is, NOTHING “cute” about these insects…NOT my picture.

Those Slippery Wings About to Dissipate

Starting Off on a Life without Worries

May My Death, May All Our Hopes

Stay Kept in, This Same Kitchen

Call this, the requiem of the roaches, it knows, that it won’t, escape getting killed by humans, because of its nature as a pest, and, it just, wants to, get left, where it lived…


About taurusingemini

All I have to say, I've already said it, and, let's just say, that I'm someone who's ENDURED through a TON of losses in my life, and I still made it to the very top of MY game here, TADA!!!
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