The same life force

That gave rise to the

Cockroach Empire

Compels humans

To scratch and steal

An existence in this world.


A life force,

Unseen and mute,

Guides us to shun death

And embrace life.

But this life

We are to cherish

Is as mysterious

As this life force.


Form without meaning

Is useless.

Life without meaning

Is the cockroach’s share.


I am here!

I have a purpose;

Otherwise, I am just

Another cockroach.

*This poem appears in free eBook The Enchanted Prince.