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Beneath the Weary Wheel

WISDOM ERHABOR

In the heart of Nigeria, where buses roam,
I steer through the streets, a driver far from home.
But lately, my friend, my spirit feels frayed,
For the burdens I bear cannot easily fade.

The fuel pump price, it soared to the skies,
From 205 to 620, it now lies.
Oh, how it shackles my meager earnings,
Leaving my dreams and hopes slowly burning.

Passengers board, unaware of my plight,
Their frustration mounting, a brewing fight.
But in this verse, I seek to explain,
To bridge the gap, to ease their disdain.

Dear passengers, I beseech you now,
To understand the struggle etched on my brow.
In these troubled times, we're all bound to suffer,
Yet unity can make our burdens buffer.

The rising costs, beyond my control,
Have taken a toll on my humble role.
The fuel that propels us along the way,
Now demands a price we must all pay.

I, too, feel the pinch, the pain in my chest,
As I face the anguish of being bereft.
But let's not turn anger into a blaze,
Instead, let's find empathy in these trying days.

For when we collide, in fiery dispute,
Remember, my friend, we share the same route.
Our journeys entwined in this vast transit,
Let's foster understanding, bit by bit.

I'm just a driver, a soul on the wheel,
Seeking solace in words, my thoughts to reveal.
So, let patience guide us amidst the rough tide,
And empathy be the beacon by which we abide.

Together, let's weather this tempestuous storm,
With empathy, respect, and compassion in our norm.
For in unity, we'll find a glimmer of peace,
And amidst the chaos, our grievances will cease.

So, dear passengers, I implore you to see,
The struggles I face, the weight upon me.
Let's traverse this journey with hearts intertwined,
And sow seeds of understanding, forever aligned.

In the heart of Nigeria, where buses roam,
Let compassion and reason find their home.
May this verse be a plea, a heartfelt decree,
To bridge the divide and set our spirits free.

The Land Edi
In the land of Edi, where dreams unfold,
My soul, in despair, my story untold.
As twenty-seven, burdened by strife,
Carving wounds in my life as sport bet lost.

The weight of defeat upon my chest,
As hopes were dashed and dreams laid to rest.
With my last pennies, I took a chance,
But fortune looked away, denying me the dance.

In the realm of odds, I placed my trust,
A flicker of hope, now turned to dust.
The cheers of victory, replaced by a sigh,
As the bitter taste of loss makes tears run dry.

In the silence of my room, darkness surrounds,
Echoing regrets and mournful sounds.
The weight of uncertainty, heavy to bear,
As desperation whispers, "life's unfair."

But I won't let despair define my fate,
For there is strength within me, even in this state.
In the depths of pain, resilience is born,
And lessons learned, though they pierce.

In each defeat, a chance for me to rise,
To rebuild my spirit, to claim new skies.
For life's a game with twists and turns,
And in losses, valuable wisdom is earned.

I'll embrace the ache, let it fuel my fire,
As I seek new paths and soar higher.
From the ashes of defeat, I'll rise again,
For the light of hope will guide me through.

In Edi's heart, a warrior resides,
With courage and determination by my side.
Though this moment stings with sorrow's sting,
In my journey, a stronger soul will spring.

So, I'll wipe away those tears, my dear friend,
Let my spirit mend, let my heart ascend.
For in the face of loss, I'll find my way,
To brighter tomorrows, where fortunes lies.

I'll remember, it's not the score that defines my worth,
But the resilience to rise, to seek rebirth.
In the game of life, I'll find my stride,
For even in pain, my spirit won't be denied.

BY
WISDOM ERHABOR

WET LOVE

In the realm of passion, where desires ignite,
A tale of love unfolds, in the depths of the night.
With raindrops as witnesses, falling from above,
Let me weave a poem, of a love called "Wet Love."

Like rain on thirsty soil, our souls did meet,
Two hearts entwined, in a dance so sweet.
With each droplet's touch, a shiver and a sigh,
Our bodies embraced, under the moonlit sky.

Wet love, a tempestuous storm of desire,
Igniting flames that burn, higher and higher.
In the downpour of kisses, our senses awaken,
Every touch, a lightning bolt, our bodies shaken.

Each raindrop, a caress, tracing skin so fine,
In this wet symphony, our love intertwines.
As the heavens weep, we surrender to the rain,
Lost in each other, all worries and pain.

The rhythm of our love, like a gentle shower,
A melody of whispers, growing louder and bolder.
In this watery embrace, we find sanctuary,
Bodies drenched in passion, a union extraordinary.

Wet love, a tender deluge that never subsides,
A love that flows and floods, with unwavering tides.
In the grace of the rain, our souls soar above,
Bound by the enchantment of this "Wet Love."

A LAMENT IN THE SLEEPLESS NIGHT

In the depths of night, when shadows creep,
A heavy heart awakens from its sleep.
Restless thoughts, like swirling storms, appear,
And sleep's tender embrace, it eludes me here.

Oh, how the weight upon my soul does bear,
A burden deep, too heavy to share.
Each breath feels labored, each beat of my chest,
As sorrow's tendrils tighten, refusing to rest.

The moon hangs low, casting a mournful glow,
Its silver light, a companion to my woe.
Stars twinkle above, like distant tears,
Reflecting the ache that has plagued me for years.

Through the silent hours, I wander alone,
In the labyrinth of my thoughts, I'm thrown.
Memories, like ghosts, haunt my weary mind,
Their echoes whispering, unkind, unkind.

Regrets and sorrows intertwine their dance,
Leaving me tangled in their somber trance.
I search for solace, a respite from the pain,
But find only echoes of what once was, now slain.

Yet, even in darkness, a glimmer remains,
A flicker of hope that still gently sustains.
For as the night unfolds, it must give way,
To the dawn's tender light, a brand-new day.

So, I'll hold on tight to that fragile thread,
And let it guide me through the tears I've shed.
For within a heavy heart, strength does reside,
And with time, wounds heal, and sorrows subside.

Though the night seems endless, it too shall pass,
And morning's embrace will heal and surpass.
So, sleepless night, I bid you farewell,
For in the morning's light, my heart will mend and swell.

By WISDOM ERHABOR