I understand I can live alone
But do I Wanna die alone?
All this pain every day
I feel its engraved in stone
I got a mind, always on the run
Which totes a crippled soul
It always ends up with me behind
No matter how fast I go
The drugs replaces the tears
The smile hides the fears
Music slowly replaces my peers.
It hard to talk about the life
When all I did was survive
Times my angels run away
Demons became my only drive
It's either I'm cursed with a blessing
Or I'm blessed with a curse
'cus I feel I'm a better poet when
My emotions are at the worse!
Rowland Howells Ibifiri Orumbie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem