“An Ode to the Nightâ€.
Oh, an ode to the night. How shall I begin?
With a booming voice, to declare my love,
Or in a hush, whispering sweet nothings to the wind,
where naught shall hear but the stars above.
And oh the stars, how brightly they burn!
twinkling little lights in the sky, though stunning,
Seem dwarfed by the splendor of the moon.
As I sit admiring the sky under a giant fern,
I realize that now I am merely running
To escape the pain of my wounds.
I lay awake while the rest of the world slumbers
so quietly in their beds.
But I can’t seem to stop the thoughts that lumber
in the depths of my head.
My mind races with thoughts I can’t deny
As I try to fall asleep.
I pull the covers round my chin to try to shut them out.
The sadness surrounds me and I begin to cry.
I try to sooth myself but soon begin to weep.
How lonely the night is for me tonight. Without a doubt.
I wait in my room for the world to wake,
For I have not slept at all.
I fear for every step I take
As I wander down the hall.
I tread lightly, as down the stairs I creep.
My bare feet on the floor
Sends a shiver up my spine.
Why do we need to sleep?
I wonder as I quietly go out the door.
I am free from my beloved night for now, and suddenly all is fine.
