Sorrow Poem by Elena Plotkin

Sorrow cannot be eaten but it can be fed,
It is easy to lie down right next to the dead.
It is easy to wallow in the pain and the ache,
It is easy to nurture your great heartbreak.
It is easy to ignore the pounding on the door.
It is easy to stop a phone from ringing once more.
It is easy to overlook a face that you once knew.
It is easy to ignore everyone and just focus on you.
Yes, sorrow cannot be eaten but it can be fed,
Your pain can be made greater than the one dead.

(C) 2013 Copyright Elena Plotkin