Pain Poem by Rowland Howells Ibifiri Orumbie

The price of growth is pain
Which is never cheap
In the word 'Survival'
There's nothing 'sweet'
When Glory passed
I cried myself to sleep
When Morgan drowned
I was too numb to weep
Compared to the others
The first cut is more deep
End up as your own shepherd
Born as a black sheep.
Lying down on these dreams
Fears close enough to come through
Can't walk away from each demons
Life makes it harder to run too
Running away from myself
Drugs is what I run to


Rowland Howells Ibifiri Orumbie