Demons of the Past


He sits on a boat on the still waves of the water,
Waiting for a current to come by.
He sits alone in remembrance of the ungodly slaughter,
Of the ones who were unable to say goodbye.

The fire and destruction of the ones who tortured,
The screams and cries of the ones who perished,
Along with the voice of the one who ordered,
The men to run to a death oh so nightmarish.

To this day he was unable to revisit,
The place that housed all his demons.
The memories in his mind were too explicit,
For they plagued him through all the passing seasons.

But while the nightmares haunted his mind,
Nature was still, quiet, and oh so very kind.

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