Young, Wild & Reckless Poem by Rowland Howells Ibifiri Orumbie

The Ink flows effortlessly
With the waters of pain
The river of joy runs dry
Before getting soaked
By the brain.
Who would've thought
Growth comes with
So much change? .
Set up to sail.
Before the sea was smooth
In a haste and young
Currently sinking in the quicksand
Of habits and vices
Not knowing how to weather
The storm
Too attached to abandon
Or jump boat.
Now fighting to stay afloat.

(From The 'Far From Home' Poetry Collection)
ReeZy Howells Orumbie