Nihilist

An item made from the softest fabric

A simple comfort for a lonely child

It is held with greater care

Than a man for his pride

And a boundless trust is created

When the child stares into the plastic eyes

As it makes a pinky promise

Never to tell any of the child's secrets

And to forever keep the child safe

As time brought its wrath

The plush had sat to watch the child grow

But forced to be used as a decoration

Rather than a friend

It was placed in the background

Not to be mentioned without a reason

It watched the child paint the room in fear

It watched the child flood the room in tears

It had watched the child slice the room in screams

It had sat to watch every slamming door

It had wished it could be more

When it watched the child bleed

It had kept its promise

To be there

To be aware of the child

But not to keep him safe

For the child had learned

Of the dark the world had to offer

The plush became

But those days grew to be equal

And the child was no longer known

As a child

Yet the plush

Without a name of meaning

Became an item without meaning

With everything else in the room

But the rope