No Place

This is a place
Beyond tears, where the
Silence and the comforter are
Alternately here

And not, for comfort is
Long gone and often
Silence reigns yawning
And playing games with

My heart; here the
Fears are rife and well-
Alive, growing
Smugly in the corners

And laughing all their
Faces off at a
Single woman breathing
Outwith kith and kin -

No place to slumber in
No hope to last much
Longer, and no peace
And easing, and all is

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