A smelly cloth bag covers my head
Wreaking with urine it controls my air
The pain overwhelms my wrists
Handcuffed to a chair not fit for a child of two
My eyes cry out for sleep
Awakened before my chin hits my chest
My testicles are indifferent
Shocked by the electric prongs each hour
My scars no longer scream for comfort
Bewildered by the severity of my endurance
My mind no longer thinks
Drowned with torture and pressure to confess
My spirit is indestructible
Revitalized by thoughts of my identity
My will is full of determination
Unwilling to sign a confession( © Copyright, Fadi Zanayed. Publication or distribution of this material is allowed provided its content is not altered and the source and its author are cited.)
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