Consolation Prize

I am not the only person
lost and alone
I am not the
only person frightened
for my home - I am the
last in a long line
of mourning  ones
who sing a dirge and
hang their hands - I am
first in the queue it is
my turn to cry
as others have done it is
my turn to be
lost and alone - I am
accompanied
in my groaning by
all the others
gone before who
lost loved ones
and more - it is
small consolation
to be here.

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