My Constant Friend

I'll never be able to quite decide if my home lies in the dark,

Or if all my broken childhood fears have nested in my heart.

To lie in wait as partial eggs that leak their bleeding yolks,

I thought I could at last belong in this house I didn't know.

For what purpose is this fractured shell if not to keep us calm,

In endless arms of comfort cold that shelter from the warmth.

What purpose holds my eyeless sight if not to hide from life,

Within the waiting confines of the endless loving night.

It should matter, my vacant host, that you end my passing days,

To banish fast to distant lands hopes voiced but not embraced.

Still your welcome matters most, far more than finite hopes, 

For tears of joy are nothing if there's no sadness to help them sew. 

Your silence lasts forever and in that we find your peace,

The endless promise forever presented we're ever too blind to see.

We scorn you for your place in us and the hopes within your end,

But I can see just who you are-

                         Oh shadow in the darkness, you will always be my friend.