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 searchlight

crosses                        slowly

back                          and                         forth

anything       which           anyone

believes        is            true

is  true

In darkness
I inhabit a body
that is no longer mine.