Here to showcase twilight’s grace,
Where whispers of sorrow find their space,
Allow me pen stanzas of forgiveness, you see,
Of my entwined heart, and my soul’s plea.
Lord, “Pardon me,” my words do slip,
Trembling lips and a heart’s tight grip,
I beg for grace, a chance to make right,
Mend the fracture, end the night.
Through tearful eyes, truth unfolds,
Regret and longing, my story holds,
A melody of sorry, in verses expressed,
Mending the wounds, soothing the chest.
With each stanza I dare to say,
Understanding sought, to light my way,
In the embrace of forgiveness, I find calm,
“Pardon me,” my healing psalm.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 