Roaches and I
In times I
-feel that I
-am in race
-with roaches
-of my house
-when smashed
-inside out
-legs cut off
-on floor
-or on wall
This happens
-when I see
-cars, trucks
-speeding
-vehicles
-fast moving
In my mind
-grow thoughts
- "And what if
-one of them
-hits me hard
-on my side? "
I dream and see me
-in pieces
-on fire; in blood
Dead and gone
-as they are…
"What the hell! ? "
-I question and comment:
- "No fear!
-All happens by sudden
-in seconds and at once! "
Therefore I, like dying
-with bullet, by the gun,
-earthquake, or a bomb! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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