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 sat to watch every thumping footstep
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
A simple memory for lonely days
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
Except the frozen body of its owner
Resting in eternal sleep