Staring at the webs of regrets from yesteryears’ mistake,
A soul entangled, haunted by the choices it would remake.
Past’s specter looms, a ghost in the night,
Yearning for chances to set things right.
Present, with a coat of colours torn,
Seeks solace in chaos, where hope is worn.
Fingers tremble, clinging to the now,
As the present whispers, a dissonant vow.
Future’s enigma, a story untold,
Frightening whispers, uncertainties unfold.
Anxiety weaves its threads through time,
In the heart’s recesses, a haunting chime.
Oh, the wish to unbundle history’s bale,
To mend the threads that relentlessly frail.
Yet, the present dances in an eerie waltz,
A fearful discovery, where dreams exhaust.
Tomorrow’s pages, shrouded and veiled,
A labyrinth of fears, untamed and unassailed.
In the corridors of time, footsteps unsure,
Shit-scared echoes, the heart’s obscure lure.
© Ifedolapo Ogunniyi
Ifedolapo Ogunniyi 