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,