Poetic Dustbin

Dark Poetry – To Be a Cockroach

To Be a Cockroach

Sometimes I feel like a cockroach
Feared and hated by the many
Misunderstood by everybody
Nobody can stand my face
Noone wants to be in my place

Sometime I want to be a cockroach
To travel anywhere i can cite
To reach places even by flight
I can fit inside the smallest hole
Not caring about dirtying my soul

But everybody should be a cockroach
To understand its simple life
Living, surviving by the knife
To face up and be stepped down
To crawl and eat on the ground


– Poetic Dustbin

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