Lost Child

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…

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