Shrouds

I'll be the pillow you hug when you're broken,
Catching the tears that have escaped your melancholic eyes.
Always waiting silently and comforting in the darkest of times,
Whispering kindness into your heart with a voice soft spoken,
While the unyielding world beats down on you until the day your soul dies.

I will be the encouraging words spoken by a friend,
I will be the words that cause the broken to mend.

I'll be the sand bag you pound when you're inflamed,
Taking the blows that vent your frustration.
Always willing to take a punch or elbow delivered with rage,
Receiving the abuse and accepting it unashamed,
Willingly accepting the inevitable assassination.

I will be the pins stuck in the voodoo doll,
I will be the darts hurled at the board on the wall.

I'll be the book you once loved to read,
Staying consistent and definite in a world of things untold.
Always there for a glimpse of familiarity,
Confident in your trust that I will never mislead,
Teaching the lesson that some things can be foretold.

I will be the straight path of a bullet hitting it's mark,
I will be the evanescence of day into a world of dark.