Something said my name
From underneath my bed,
As I grew still beneath the sheets,
In the spreading shadow of the night light,
And the sliver of light under the door.
But the door seemed leagues away
And the monster that much closer,
Underneath the law of nothing but dark of night and the call of hunger.
When I heard my name again,
It sounded far,
Like the name of the next child had been called by his mother,
To his room three houses down.
Or maybe the teddy bear I lost that day had come to me, from
Fighting bigger monsters in a darker land,
That grown ups had forgotten.
Friend to friend, I called back,
Past my bedtime,
And my teddy bear told no one.
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