As in the depths of time, where battles rage and roar,
The scent of smoke and ash, forever we adore.
From charred and crumbling walls, to graves of old,
The whispers of the past, our hearts do enfold.
The drums of war, they beat, a mournful sound,
And in the ashes, sorrow and despair amaze.
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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.
By Sarah Wilcox7 days ago in Journal
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