At the end of it all…

This is the beginning of the end
Where all lines drawn would erase
All of these ties would loosen
Every memory would disappear.

Where we’ve been through
The battles we’ve fought
None of all that would matter after now
We would lose us like we’ve lost some

Unlike me, I pray my faith adds weight
That before it all ends
My life produces enough colour
To beat a rainbow, a shade and a home.

If there was a reason for any of these
Before the end of this beginning
I hope I find out one way or another.

Victor Oyedele