The shadow of yesterday is receding
Leaving behind the smell of fear
Memories are locked away,
Keys are hidden well
Writings appear on the wall
And a lonesome cockroach in my room
Scurries about,
Cautiously
A hint of trepidation,
Soon overshadowed by curiosity and hunger
I watch him as he moves,
Searching, exploring
We are alike, him and I
Survivors since time immemorial
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chaosmyoldfriend 
If cockroach would have entered in my room, I would have fled my home. Forget writing poem on it!
Anyways.. I loved the symbolism and metaphorical use of the creature. 🙂
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I’m sure the cockroach would have done the same if it saw you enter its room. 😛
Thanks btw.
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Gosh.. I never thought that cockroaches had rooms..:P
Loved the poem anyways..😃
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It would be scary if they had rooms..
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They must. Or else where would they spend their alone time?
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They spend their time in cockroach colonies.. I bet they aren’t so alone afterall..: P
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