Sorrow Poem by Heather Owens

Sorrow



Could you explain sorrow?
How was it made?
Did God make it with rain?
How should it feel?
Why is it pain?
Could Death do its job
without the insane?
Did the stars shine darkly
before it was first conceived?
The notion that everything will come to end
It would seem,
The sum of all sorrow is knowing it was fated to be.

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