I tread my feet alongside my heavy heart,
Hoping one day you will join me again.
Though you only desire your misery to lead you
Not wanting anyone to understand.
So push through, for I push through
Author: WILDsound Festival
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Cockroaches Are Precocious, Poetry by C.P. Hickey
I find cockroaches to be precocious.
Especially, those from Nacogdoches.
Scurry hurry, here and there.
On their backs, legs in the air.
