Compos Mentis
For most of it there are no words
I lie awake
listening to my heart beating
slowly and steadily
In this camp
death is the reality
There is no hope of escape
My mind
scours my brain
for traces of humanity
The searchlights
cross slowly
back and forth
Anything which anyone
believes is true
is true
In the darkness
I listen to a heart
that is no longer mine