Samuel Adara Poems

I'm sermoned on how to live,
even more how to exist
but it's like giving directions to a man who's never travelled before.
Unknown to them trial and error is my only language.
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The day i met me,
I saw me a battered raft in the midst of a roaring storm, hanging on by the last thread of will.
Minuscle i felt tossed around in the chaotic waves of reality. Lost i was in the midst of my many demons. How i wish i had somthing of sorts to anchor me. How i wish i had a compass to direct my path.
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