I pray for everyone

It Was Never Mine

It was never my energy—

never my instability.

I carried storms

that were never my own.

Held back,

dragged through shadows,

procrastination born

from borrowed rage.

Now removed—

lifted by the Universe

before the sky

decided to fall.

A storm is coming.

A very bad one.

Mercy to those trapped

in the web they wove.

I walk away…

yet I didn’t walk.

I was lifted,

my time complete.

I feel nothing—

not one tear, not one pulse—

yet the storm whispers

its cruel prophecy.

I see her crying,

her apologies hollow

as truth devours innocence.

I see the baby hurt,

the man caught

in the lie he built.

Healing will begin

whether he wants it or not.

No one left, no one near.

The Universe cleared the stage.

I would have been there,

picking up pieces

that no longer belong

to me.

Now I watch

from shadows,

detached,

a villain of mercy.

May God have mercy,

for I will not.

The storm is coming—

and it is very, very dark.