He sat under a hazy mooned sky.
Mental snapshots
Of the sad layered stories of life
Crept into his haunted dreams.
The inner torture waking him,
His nerves pricking to life.  
A sickening wave of dispair
hit him like a freight train.
Fear had found him.
The shadowy figure of his past,
Swiftly approaching,
Only to send him into sinking depression.
There was no light.
Within the darkness
He became aquainted with his demons.
A war against himself broke loose.
He fought until the bitter end.
Then the sky exploded,
And he was finally at peace.