Disarm

Red drops patter on a white tile floor
The clouds are grey but black at the core
Looking up into the flash
They become waves of pink and purple from the splash
Of sun into horizon, one hiding from the other
Like a small scared child disappearing behind its’ mother
I try so hard not to think of how long it’s been
As I watch the night fall like a blanket over the shoulders on a chill night when
Tears drop as if leaves blowing off a tree from a cold Autumn wind
Caressing my skin like the velvet lips of an old girlfriend
The full moon wears a cloud's disguise
Lightning flashes, thunder cries
As I think of all the things I lack
Desperately wanting to fire back
Wondering if there are too many wounds to mend
Staring down the barrel as if it were a tunnel with a light at the end
I’ve already begun to bleed
But it’s not too late to plead
Take this gun away from me
...take this gun away from me

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