Silent and lonely night.

What a silent and lonely night?

In a night as cold as death,

I stepped, I slipped and I fell,

I struggled, I screamed, I cried.

Swimming in the agony of my misfortune,

I hoped for a voice, just any voice,

I hoped for a light, just any light,

So I struggled, I screamed, I cried.

An just when I thought my pool of misfortune is drying up,

The sky started to weep,

But what good can the tears of a mother do?

It turned the pool into a raging ocean.

With my heart raging wild and slamming against my heart,

I reached for the shore in the darkness of the night,

And just when I thought all hope is lost,

I saw a blue star.




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Future

The aroma of a ripe pineapple that once smelled so good,

Now has the smell of a rotten egg,

Everything is turning to the bad and none to the good,

The behind has been good and the days ahead ablaze.

Now stopping in the middle of time,

Do we turn back to enjoy the good old days?

To chase the dragon flies and lizards again,

To build sand castles and play akpamkoro once again.

But the past is walled without a gate,

And the walls of the past are advancing,

It pushes us into the flaming future,

Oh! The ecstasy of being a baby.

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Every night

I will pick a pen to write a poem every night,

But just like any night my brain will close very tight,

Half way through the first stanza of a war poem,

All I can I can think of becomes cupid totem.

Even as I managed to get through the first stanza,

I feel like orderings a pizza,

Who will tell me what rhymes with stock,

No doubt about it that I’m stuck.

I can't believe it but I am in stanza three,

I think I will have a cup of tea,

For only a few can write such a line,

In such a short space of time.

I think I will lay my head in the pillow sleeping,

Haven spent the whole night writing,

At least I did not subject my pen to painful biting,

If this rubbish makes sense to you then happy reading.

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