In shadows deep, despair takes hold,
A haunting tale of truths untold.
Beneath the weight, the soul does break,
In anguish, lost, a heartache's ache.
In whispers bleak, hope dwindles low,
As tears cascade, they cease to flow.
The mirthless void, a solemn stage,
Where dreams lie shattered, trapped in cage.
Despair's cruel grip, a ruthless tide,
Engulfs the spirit, joy denied.
Yet through the gloom, a flicker gleams,
A glimpse of light within our dreams.
For in despair, resilience thrives,
A phoenix rises, as hope revives.
With every breath, a chance to mend,
To find solace, and wounds transcend.
"Fading Embers," a testament dire,
To depths of despair, and souls afire.
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About Writing
Most people talk about things that bother them as a way to vent their emotions, another way is through writing. As I sit writing in my car, I ponder how much writing, in itself, has helped me become the person I am today. I have endless amounts of pages filled with poems, stories, and sometimes random blurbs. Writing is a window into your soul. The simple action of writing has benefited me; by helping me to achieve a better memory, helping me to learn and grow intellectually, and helping me to communicate my emotions.
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