A Nagging Woman Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Nagging woman, with ceaseless tongue that nags,
Forever on my shoulder, in my ear,
Your constant buzz, a never-ending plague,
No peace or quiet, for you will not hear.

Your words, like thorns, they prick and pierce my soul,
With every nag, my patience wears so thin,
I long for respite, for a brief parole,
But you persist, your nagging knows no end.

Your voice, a broken record on repeat,
Repeating every flaw, each mistake,
As if I need the constant, harsh defeat,
To remind me of the choices I make.

But oh, how I yearn for a moment's rest,
From your nagging ways, a brief escape,
Alas, your words, like arrows, they protest,
And I am left, with no room to reshape.

Oh nagging woman, your voice may never cease,
But I'll find solace, in moments of peace.