Forensics of the soul
Deep hidden scars and hurts
Never to be shown
The light of day
The past is held so deep
No recognition in that mind
Of what can drive him wild
Without understanding
Fleeting memories
Flashes and small flickers
Pictures on a wall
Terror in the night
Fear of something...
Not withstanding
Slow motion marionettes
Unable to escape
The recognition of that fear
After many a long year
Still that little child
Hiding inside
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