Submitted by Ron Nash
In wee hours
when darkness
cloaks his room
the ghosts come
haunting.
Flickering candlelight
dancing shadows
on walls,
horrorstricken
from it all.
Enshrouded
memories,
confounded
moments
of times, long since passed.
Broken, child
battered
helpless
no respite
without-within.
Fathers hand,
loves crushing blows
forever branded,
secrets
everyone knows.
Hiding places
None!
ravenous
demon fortress,
encamped within his soul…