Each night he awakes with nightmare fear

To his parents & others his fear unclear

To him each night he is again tortured

His virginity taken, his love butchered…

A darkened field, black

Lights behind, what does he lack

His place there to die, his soul punctured with a tack

Bodies piled on top of him in a perfect stack…

Sleeping well during his whole childhood impossible

Sleeps during the day to avoid the dark & dank

Found hiding in closets, afraid to reveal himself

His life a jumble, his dreams a jungle

Feel for this little boy, he stands before you

As now a man, his memories up for review…