If Shadows Could Hold Me

This is what crashed through my mind during a particularly long and boring meeting I had yesterday. Wrote it during the meeting, as I'm sure some of the members didn't appreciate, but whatever. You can't just let poetry slip by you when it hits you hard in the gut like that.

If Shadows Could Hold Me

If shadows could hold me,

I'd drape them

across my shoulders,

wear them like a cloak,

flaunting my black blanket

to the world

as they warm me.

I would cower beneath them,

like a chilly child,

seeking refuge

from the mystic monsters

that creep into my life

without warning.

I would allow them

to consume me whole,

feed them my arms,

legs,

chest,

if only to save my heart

from collapsing within

an already broken shell.

I would smother myself with them,

feeling the compassion

flow through my body

as my last breaths

slip from my lips,

smiling as my eyes

grow misty and dark,

matching the sky of my eternal sleep,

bringing me ever closer

to my black brethren,

standing beside me

even in death.

But...

if shadows could hold me,

would they?

Or would they simply pass me by,

avoiding my eyes in the day

and becoming one

with the world at night,

leaving me

to scream my throat sore with sobs?

"...shadows can kill. And ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow."

George R.R. Martin