Sorrow

In sorrow, I cry
lamenting the pain
of friendship's true gain.

In sorrow, I sob
hoping beyond hope
the courage to not mope.

In sorrow, I stand
my life not worth living
the mind no longer dreaming

"To dream the impossible Dream"
no longer holds the same meaning it did;
I now hear the Impossible,
and the unbeatable foe
has proven so.

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