a poem by a friend
They named me Night,
Because I do not sleep when I see
A thousand new shiny friends looking down upon me.
They named me Night.
They named me Star,
Because I do not run from the dark instead
I become the only light within it.
They named me Star.
They named me Luna,
Because Luna means moon
And smaller than the sun, I am still bright and mighty.
They named me Luna.
They named me Ink,
Because I am dark in my head
And the thoughts that pass are eerie and black
But no fear I will shed only thoughts in my bed.
They named me Ink.
They named me Ice,
Because I am cold in my heart
My voice suffers from the chilling words it spits
But I do not fear for ice melts
They named me Ice.
They named me Numb.
Because I do not feel when I ache
I am hurt but I would never know.
They named me Numb.
They named me Night
Because as I lie in my bed thinking of things I am
I am the night lying there so still and so sad so lonely.
I am the night sitting there on the edge of the bed
Playing mind games to get me to sleep.
I try very hard but the art does not come therefore
They named me Night.
