What He Seems

He still seems somewhat self contained  
His demons may be at bay for now    
But they yet show up in his eyes    
And in deep furrows of his brow    
    
His conscience gathering in force    
Remembrance of days in the dark    
The imps that plague him in the night    
Just may concede the needed spark    
     
He tries to put it on the page    
Hesitant with every word    
They just don't have the needed strength    
And end up reaching the absurd    
     
He still gives it another go    
Lets his imagination feed  
Catharsis at the midnight feast    
And his demons will pay him heed.