Category : Poems

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I was on retreat back to my army of shadows; I was about to forget all It is I preach of. 

How could I think so blindly? 
How could I become so shallow? 
It would be such a regret to fall back into my old ways and just give up. 

I grew so accustom to the darkness; 
I grew so addicted to the sadness. 
Nothing changed because I fell victim to problems that only I created due to my selfishness. 

I grab my sword of ink to make these pages bleed inspiration, motivation and positivity. Only to shed my armor becoming vulnerable as I preach, preach, preach. 

I’m my toughest critic; I’m the hero in this story as well as the villain. It makes me sick when I find my self slipping but no, this time I will not give in. 

I’m human, i have my sins and many things that I have accomplished. 

I’m human, I’m not a victim. 
I’m different, I am a blood orange sun setting on the horizon. 

The demons come out at night causing me to implode; Oblivion. 

A super nova; complete self destruction creating a nourishing foundation within. 

Eyes open as I leave the shadows and smile at the rising sun. 

Signed, 
ThoseMeaningfulWords. 
Victor “Zeek” Herrera Jr.