Published by: Patrick Lance O. Guerra
Date Published: October 2, 2025
Time Published: 6:36 PM
Category: Poetry
Subject: Being the one who causes the chaos.
I look upon a shattered heart,
not knowing it was I prying them apart.
As I walked through days in calm disguise,
unaware of their piled-up cries.
I thought I was saving them,
but it was I who wrecked them.
I wore a presence I thought was a cure,
Yet I was the one who gently broke their heart.
I spoke in calm, or so I thought,
yet every word I said weighed a ton.
I was the storm I hated, but wore,
a broken soul, searching for more.
I looked and prepared for a hazard zone,
not knowing I was the danger I'd been preparing for.
I tried to fix and end it once and for all,
even though I was breaking all night long.
The pain I caused is long overdue,
because I didn't see the clues.
As I didn't think, and just rushed through,
The storm I never foresaw was me.
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