I blink my eyes
a thousand times
a minute, in hope
that you recognise
the Morse Code I am sending,
don’t try to find me,
quite lost,
quite lost,
a small sudden stare
into the distance
reveals more pain
and torture to come,
the taboo to be broken,
the last vestige of my soul
quite broken,
quite broken,
beat me,
they seem to want
to always inflict more
ridicule, surprised I am
still breathing here
in this cold, unforgiving place,
hands tied,
hands tied,
don’t come looking
for me here, they will
take you as well,
they want nothing but blood,
they want nothing
from me but subservience,
mouth gagged shut,
mouth gagged shut.
Ian D. Hall 2017