Collecting Pity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wallowing in self-pity as sorrow takes over, holding us in
a mire, not wishing to leave it's safety, preferring feeling
sorry for ourselves.

Collecting pity and sympathy from others in our lives, soon
seeing that we are not even responding to them, as they try
helping us on our roads of grief.

Finally seeing that we'd rather ignore everything being said
than to take the steps necessary to begin recovering from an
intense feeling of loss and abandonment.