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,