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 Surrender.next poem