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The Setting Sun

Late at night when the darkness gleams
And the shadows start to thicken
A fog of silence settles in
And your heartrate, how it’s quickened.

Consciousness, it slips away
And nightmares settle in
To resurrect the darkness
Locked beneath your skin.

Secrets hide within memories
Until the forsaken hour
It’s here they prowl the ceiling
And unleash their midnight power

Spider-legged and rodent-teethed
Clacking their onyx claws
Your fears spiral overhead.
And brandish their razor jaws.

But there he is, your deepest fear
Dangling from a twisted thread
With inkspill eyes and devil grin.
He plummets for your head.

But your mind snaps to and reason returns:
Roll away and the nightmares will flee.
This was but a late-night terror
A witching hour reverie.

But then needle feet press down.
A weight lands on your back.
The pain sets in and the fear returns
Your mind turns a deepest black.

Its pointed feet prick at your skin
With a terrible tick tick tack
It scuttles down your spine
Leaving prickled tracks.

Not all terrors are imagined.
Not all terrors can be undone.
Lo, heed the eerie warning call
Of the setting sun.

A Lesson in Empathy

Hide the guns, hide the bleach,
Keep the razor blades,
Out of reach.

This will prevent suicide.
This is all it takes.
There is nothing left to do.

Lie to yourself if you need to,
But removing the means, the ways,
The methods, the tools,
Does nothing at all.

Without a hammer in hand,
An average human will grab a rock,
And pound in the nail.

When cutting branches from your kid’s favorite tree,
To prevent them from falling and breaking their arm,
They will use a ladder,
To reach their favorite height.

Whether by creativity, ingenuity,
Or necessity,
Repression inspires revolt.

Being forbidden to partake,
Increases the desire more.
The well-behaved turns into a rebel,
When their forward paths are blocked.

Out of sight out of mind will only work,
For the ignorant,
The weak-willed,
Or those foolish enough to believe,
That they can trick themselves.

If the production of guns were banned,
And all existing guns were destroyed,
The number of death by guns would decrease.

Congratulations,
You’ve achieved your result,
You’ve dropped the gun deaths to zero.

But the overall statistic will not have changed.
Why?
Because you’ve been fooling yourself.
People aren’t killed because of the tool,
People don’t die because of the weapon,
People are the cause, guns are the means.

Even if all guns were outright destroyed,
And production halted,
The hunter,
The hobbyist,
The terrorist,
The enthusiast,
Would find a way to reproduce the weapon.

With suicidal thoughts harbored in the mind,
All that matters is the end,
And the ends justify the means,
Even if the options are one fewer.

Bleach, guns, window panes, neckties, and sleeping pills,
Are one and the same,
In the eyes of the desperate.

They are the one thing,
That will make them happy again.

We mustn’t address the means,
We must address the cause.
Suicidal tendencies, psychopathy, sociopathy,
Rage, insanity, trauma, depression,
Are what we need to shine a spotlight on.

Not on hiding guns away from our suicidal children.

I’m sure you mean well,
But you’re doing nothing at all.

Sympathy is useless because there is no connection.
Showing someone you care is not understanding.
All anyone wants in this world is to make a connection,
Even just one connection,
That says, without words,
I’m glad you’re here.
Your life has meaning,
And I would not be the same without you.

Make that connection and they would not want to hurt themselves,
For fear of hurting you.

Start saying,
You matter to me,
Instead of,
I feel your pain.

We all could use a lesson in empathy.