I have no place

(a wife-carer’s lament)

 

I have no place

your curtain of pain

always drawn

for the world to see

mine hidden inside 

 

I have no place

your crippled body

bent, broken

screams out in colour

mine crumbles quietly

 

I have no place

you take the foreground

majestically

vibrant your battle

mine dull, mundane  

 

Paul Levy

 published in Atlas Poetica 32

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