The end point

THE END POINT

 

We were there

Yes we were

Before the gate was closed

Even before the ring of the bell

That was the force

Behind the closure of the gate

We didn’t see ourselves late

We even passed people-by

Who had the opportunity

To wave at us

As the gate sadly closed

 

We had no choice

But to have a return journey

Which was never to come

Yes

We marked time round ourselves

But could not find a perfect way

We looked and looked

To no avail

Then the gate opened suddenly

And we shouted a sigh

A sigh of relief

Relief from the journey’s stress

Stress avoided till now

 

Upon a second look

Our hearts sunk

Into the ocean of fear

And drowned in panic

For the owner of the house

Looked like iron of fire

Melting and spreading every step

 

We wanted to pay death

To have its way

In our lives

But death has no place

Where we found ourselves

 

Edem Fodeka